Fiddling her claws at a stray strand of moss, Kestrelclaw was perched to the right of her herb storage. Her emerald eyes where homing on a piece of fresh kill that lay on the measly pile of scrawny prey. Tapping endlessly at the green plant until it gave way from her claw; she sat up and examined the quantity of her herbs. She was hungry, but she knew that others in her clan where hungrier and she would be able to last longer than some of them.
Hoping for a slight chance of company she examined her stock as a distraction and counted the supplies; she needed catmint badly. At this time of year it was essential in case someone gained a cough from the bitter weather. She decided that she would go forage for some later as she felt like giving some prey to the elders. She trotted toward the pile and scooped up a mouse in her claws, it smelled delicous and filling.
The elders seemed to be very busy, they didnt notice her pad in and she didnt want to disrupt them so she dropped it near a hollow boulder where the elders would sometimes stick around. Her paws itched in satisfaction at the thought of a full bellied elder and happily hopped back to her herbs hoping for some company to talk with.