it's an exploration, she's made of outer space

It was a perfect night to watch the stars, despite a lack of companions. These things were always so much more fun when she was surrounded by the bodies of her friends and family, warm and loved. Tonight, however, would not be a bad night. The stars were out in full, and she could see the cosmos stretching for miles. Delicate paws plodded silently through the tall grass, the crisp strands dragging cool fingers through her thickening coat. The sky itself was dark, but with all these galaxies lighting up the night, she didn't even need the moon to see her way. Her whiskey toned pools were fixed upon the vast expanse that stretched above her, pinpricks of light interspersed among impossibly bright stars and faraway worlds. It was back to her favourite pastime, regardless of the cold that probed at her with icy talons. The sun had long since set, and she could not sleep. The endless sky called out to her, even though her rational mind was prompting her to sleep. It would soon grow too cold out here on the plains, and she needed to get in all the time she could with this wondrous place and it's infinite ceiling. The ground beneath her dainty toes was cold and hard as stone, already feeling winter's grasp claiming it. Soon, snow would be falling here, and it would not be an easy thing- these all night escapes to this place with it's brilliant sky and open landscapes. There was no wind tonight, which only made it better to watch the constellations overhead. There would be no need to squint against persistent breezes, and she could admire the cosmos to her hearts content. Yes, it would be a good night.

It took her a little while to find her usual spot. It was a small knoll, hardly even worth the title of a hill. There, the grasses were a little shorter than everywhere else, and so it didn't tickle her throat when she laid down. It was softer, and cushioned her frame while she stargazed. Willowy limbs folded beneath her petite frame as she settled in her favourite spot, letting out a quiet hum of pleasure. After a moment of simply reveling in the night itself, her amber gaze rolled skyward. The heavens were a lovely thing to watch, and the night could only get better from here. Shooting stars sometimes graced her watch, and she quietly hoped one might find her tonight.