The woods. Fresh green grass, covering the surface of the earth.. mud splattered in areas thicker than others, so that each step sounded out alarms to those within eyesight. Flickies and other young critters scattered about this was and that, getting food for the winter with the time they had. Flowers bloomed and trees towered mightly, carrying both bugs and animals that help it in return. Far away from society, far away from any social problems.

That's why she was here. A cat mobian, dressed in ragged attire and weilding a spear she crafted herself. Her face was smudged up with makeup she likely crafted herself, now running down her cheeks from perspiration. She had her hair tied up behind her, purple strands of quills falling down her face, her ears twitching in annoyance each time it cascaded downwards.

She climbed up here to train, as she usually did. The guards in her "castle" didn't allow princesses to engage in battle, so she snuck out every evening to do it herself. Loud yells of fury rolled through the woods as she hunted with her spear, taking down hard-to-hit targets, like leaves falling from their branches. A simple, and efficient show of perception and aim.

Good thing no one else was here.. from the looks of it, she seemed like some sort of freak that liked here in these woods. Not to mention, she'd probably take their eye out- on accident. Probably. Maybe.