Mother... Mother I crave violence

What was it that bothered her, she wouldn't wrap her head around it. All evening she'd felt just... icky in general. It wasn't as if she was sick per say, sliding her claws out in the dirt that was outside of the small hole she had dug in the nook territory, could only entertain her for so long. When did she get to go out and learn how to hunt! Take something down and eat it after. The thought was enough to send her fiery little tail wiggling. Safe to say she was tired of chasing her butterflies around. Daddy was out doing... something but Nirah was in the mood to stir up trouble. Maybe she should find something prickly to put in the den so when they went to bed ooooo.

Nirah got up, it was a brilliant plan. Yet where did she get something prickly? It wasn't like the mountain provided that. "Mommm I have a question!" Nirah called out with the sun no longer in view. She enjoyed the night, the time her family seemed to be awake the most. Something to do with how her mothers body worked and why she was all so pink and white.