Lionkit
Lionkit was very weary, he felt like he'd been walking for moons! His pelt hung to his body, you could see his ribs. He came up to a badger's den and sniffed it, "Very stale," he muttered, climbing into the badger's den. In there, he found a mouse, he stalked toward it and killed it with a swift nip to the neck. "Finally," he mewed, "food!" he said, gulping the mouse in a few bites. He had learned to take care of himself ever since he had been abandoned. After all, it had been five moons.