Willowwhispers, a rambunctious, tan tabby she-cat, stretched, trotting over to the freshkill. Selecting a pigeon, she trotted to a place beside the warriors den. With a happy lick of her lips, she began eating.
Nightgaze, a black she-cat, watched her for a moment, before nuzzling her ear, "I'm so proud of you, my little warrior." She had adopted Willowwhispers when they found the abandoned rouge kit.
Standing, Nightgaze trotted off, slipping out of camp, as though she wanted to hunt alone.