[doghouse]

Tawnypaw padded in from the territory, yawning. She'd been out all night thinking things over, this time without Ratpaw. She liked his company, and he was like a more supportive brother to her. She hunched her shoulders, which had become a habit of hers whenever she was near cats she wasn't used to or didn't quite see as friendly. Hoping that nobody had noticed her absence or anything, she sat by the fresh-kill pile, studying the prey. She shook her head and got up. Tawnypaw didn't really feel like eating, and anyways, she knew that she was supposed to hunt for the elders and queens first. Huffing, the dark brown molly sat down slunk over to the edge of camp before settling in to a comfortable crouch and attempting to groom her wild and unkempt fur before Tawnymouth came around and said something rude about it.
@bad company