[[tiger&nightpaw]] Hunger Crisis

[Nigh†paw]

Nightpaw padded wearily into the camp. He dropped several measly pieces of fresh-kill onto the prey pile, taking none for himself. There were cats that needed it even more than him. The black cat was built for winter with his long fur coat, allowing him to withstand cold temperatures. However, there was nothing on him that would prevent him from being starved during leaf-bare. Luckily, this cat was strong and could stand longer than other cats without food.

The ebony tom curled up next to the fresh-kill pile, taking in the aroma of prey and blood. His mossy green eyes glanced up as a fellow apprentice of his padded up to the fresh-kill pile, watching as they selected one of the skinny mice he had retrieved. "Hello. I don't believe I know you. Are you a new apprentice?" Nightpaw blinked against the glare of the sun. "I'm Nightpaw, by the way. Want to sit down over here? We can eat together." He finally picked up a crow from the pile and sat down with it. "I'm starving. Are you?"