[justify][font=comic sans ms] #tcfearless
The small gray-white she-cat sat at the edge of camp grooming her fur. It was all puffed out, like usual. Fearless's eyes flickered up for a moment, noticing the fresh kill pile was very low. She couldn't even smell the fresh sent of newly killed flesh. Yawning she stretched each leg, taking her time. Finally finished she stood up straight, not making a different she was still short. "Hunting anyone ?" She called out.