Mau stood stiffly next to her mother. The morning dew chilled her fur a little and she couldn't help feeling a little out of place. The first rays of light were just barely beginning to flit over the horizon line, sending ribbons of pale pink into the darkened sky. It was times like this that she was most invisible, when the purple predawn glow of the land splashed against her dull coat, lending it saturation. It was during these silver times that she managed to make her first kill. Compared to other cougars, her hunting was terribly limited. Still, the day of her ceremony had finally arrived, and she still wasn't sure what she wanted to do with herself.
Mau had a decent talent for magic, but not nearly as much as a real shamaness would need. She had the skills for being a homemaker, but her cooking was only average and her pottery was horrifically ugly (although perfectly usable).
She waited anxiously, wondering what fate would befall her.
