Sproutwhisker soon returned to his family within the den not long after he had left to go grab something to fill his hungered belly. The black-furred tom held a small, but plump mouse within his jaws, which would be enough to satisfy him for the moment, considering that there were many more cats that needed larger pieces than prey than he did, though if his mate knew those thoughts, she’d probably throw another fit - worrying about his wellbeing as Talonfang always did. He laid down across from his mate and mewling kittens, resting the mouse between his front paws as he watched Beechkit, one of his smaller sons, seeing the world with curious eyes as he rested a paw on his sister, Spottedkit. “You certainly are a curious one, aren’t you?” The warrior chuckled, giving the small tom a gentle lick over his forehead with a softened purr rumbling within his throat, “They’ll be quite the explorers when they can walk.” He said to his mate, looking at her with a warm smile present on his maw before taking a bite of his meal and savoring the delicious taste that it held.