The outsider

She'd sliver around the willow tree's secured into the shadows. The youth was merely strolling, kissing the grounds beneath her paws. The small streams make the most beautiful, peaceful noise that perhaps only the autumn dame would understand. She was alone, but happy- well as much as an orphan could possibly be. Her nose would trail inches above the soil, to inhale whomever may of crossed recently. Autumn gave the maiden a rest from hiding, finding water frequently to cool down her system and now, the air would have a slight breeze brushing against her slender bodice. A sigh would escape the ebony lips, her beauty never really catching the eye. Not because she wasnt a sight, but because she never strays close to others to get the chance to see her properly. Laying down upon the ground would Poppy relax and put a single paw over her maw, half tempted to just fall asleep on the spot.

ooc: Sorry for the short start, other people insist on booting me of.