(Thank you)
FallenRains
His mouth is full of a large rabbit, it dwarfs his height by ears and feet and back haunches dragging in the dirt when he enters camp. Morning sunshine is far too low and weak to dapple his pelt and again he wishes for a little more sun in camp; it's a little gloomy. Maybe later in the day? One can only hope. The blue eyed cat sets his rather magnificent kill in the otherwise pitiful prey pile, two grackle birds and a mouse. That done he heads for his nest in the warriors den, he never sleeps in the medicine cat den. He's not a true med cat anyhow.
Quiet he rethinks his decision and changes course, if his clanmates wanted to sleep in he'd provide them breakfast! Well, more breakfast. The clan is small now...
Blue eyes catch leader and kit, so he flicks his ear in greeting, not one for many words. VineStar doesn't seem too happy this morning... should he talk to her? Isn't that his job? The long limbed he-cat who feels himself more suited to violence than nurture pads to his leaders side. "Good morning ma'am. Is something troubling you?" A half-smile is cast down to the often troublemaking kitten, "and good morning Havockit."