(It feels like forever since I have roleplayed. Sorry if im off, in a way.)
Ratstar yawned, flicking his tail at the first catch of sunlight. The brown tom sat up and yawned yet again, gazing outside his small but comfy den. He skidded outside, halting before making a small turn towards the prey pile. There was barely any sunshine shining through, but that didn't seem to bother anybody. Rat picked out a small thrush and began sinking his teeth into the feaathery flesh, when he decided he wasn't hungry. He put it in his den for later, then left camp for a little peace, hoping his deputy would take place for a while.