Keelop'vuur had been given the perfect name by her mother, for even at this moment her throat felt as though it were being licked by tongues of fire. She sat hunched over a tiny desert plant her claws carefully pulling away the perilous spines one by one. It would be worth it she was certain, her nose would pick out the ones that were moist and the ones that were dry. Normally she would have cultivated this one, but some bird was starting to peck at it and she'd be damned if she let the avian get to the water first.One would think that being a water-seeker Kee would never be thirsty, but she was so worried about water that she tried her best not to drink it except of course the minimal amount needed for survival. The drought and voting had worried her, but she was proud of the pride for recognizing that all were equal in their need. Lost in her work and being struck by the sun Kee focused on the task at hand with the single-minded intent that made her proficient in her duties.
