It felt... Horrible, honestly. The den was too warm and she had all but stomped across the dancefloor and into the willows just to find some trees to rub against. Did she suddenly have fleas? Cricket flopped on the grass miserably and turned to comb her teeth through the fur on her flank, coming up empty. Nope, that wasn't it either. She huffed and flopped down on the grass, at least it was cooler out here with the breeze making the willow branches sway. Green eyes turned towards the sky, taking note of the roiling clouds overhead. Perhaps they were in for an afternoon storm? It would be welcome, as long as it came with more than lightning.
