Tumbleclaw binked the sunlight out of his eyes as he padded into the camp, fresh squirrel in his jaws. He carefully placed it on the fresh-kill pile, choosing a vole for himself. He settled down in a sunny spot a few tail-lengths away, dust floating up around him, tickling his soft gray fur. He smiled, taking in the warmth, hoping for some cat to talk with.
((I think that's a good offer!))