Ahm, excuse me ladies but I don't care about b*obs.

Patcheye emerged from the warriors den, her belly swaying, her paws dirty from the recent rain that had turned the dirt to mud. The she-cat trotted towards the fresh-kill pile, her small incisors digging into a rabbits scruff and carrying it a few tail-lengths away before digging her maw into the rabbit. Lifting her cranium she looked around camp, it seemed very peaceful, she looked back to take another bite out of it but it has been eaten, "Darn, I ate that fast?" she muttered. She cleaned her maw of blood before matting down her rough calico fur.