Out of all the others in her litter, the darkest girl was the one who spoke and acted the least. Despite her reticent nature, she grew up rather big and strong - the only contribution of their unknown father. Yet, she did not choose to be a burly shifter even though she had the naturally able muscles, but instead just went along with everyone else; they were an entire family of carvers. Though she took this with pride, she never showed it.And here she was, preparing her claws for her next task. They grew relatively fast, and were ready for another week's worth of inscription carving. Her silver and green eyes squinted at the rocks in front of her; was there even enough room to write what she was supposed to write..?
No matter. If she couldn't fit it all in that space, she supposed she'd find another rock. So the newly grown leopard female lifted one of the rocks, lightly scratching it at first to make it more malleable for the more serious carving. Ah, today would just be another day.