[Gusty]

Pond padded back to Seashell, right after picking up the prey in his jaws. Once he padded up to her, though, the tom hesitated. "I-here's the food." He said, dropping it down beside the molly's head. The loner felt strange for talking aloud; it was something he rarely did, and when he did so, his words were often in phrases or stammers. Maybe this incoming feline would change that.
The tom sighed, straightening his back and then sitting down beside her. The tom wasn't sure if she'd gone back to sleep, or was just purely resting. He hoped that it was the latter; Pond didn't want his hunting efforts to go into waste. Animals rotted easily down within the dark cavern, if they weren't eaten quickly enough.