Making Mud Pies

As the first hints of autumn's chill settled over Druid's Moor, Aurelia ventured into the heart of the mystical landscape. Her piercing gaze, reminiscent of stormy sapphires, swept through the fog-shrouded surroundings as she sought out the perfect materials for her latest endeavor. The softness of grey-green heather brushed against her paws, a subtle contrast to the ghostly mist that enveloped the land and seemed to muffle all sound.

As Aurelia walked towards the small, sunlit clearing, her gaze fell upon a patch of rich, dark earth. The sunlight seemed to cling to the soil, giving it a warm glow. Kneeling down, she ran her nails through the damp earth and felt its softness. Determined, she began to carefully dig, her claws sinking into the soil with ease. With each scoop, she unearthed clay - its smooth texture a stark contrast to the rugged earth around

"Aurelia Veratti"