AN: Grassy, my Foreign beta, said she wanted orange, so here it is

AN: Grassy, my Foreign beta, said she wanted orange, so here it is!

Orange

We rise with the sun and set with the moon. From when the first orange streaks of light cross the sky to when the first silver glow kisses the sky, we are out hunting, guarding our home.

It is hard to live here. But it is home. I would die of sadness and sorrow if it were not for the red little flowers that grow in the mountains in spring, or the brown crunch crackle of autumn leaves beneath my paws.

I hear my ancestors whisper through the orange of the dawn's first light, and their echoing voices through the last vein of pale gold light clawing at the sky.

Teller of Pointed Stones is my name. This is my tale.

AN: Thanks to Grassy for suggesting this color! I thought it would be easy, but Orange was actually a difficult prompt for me to write about. Purple is next!