Another boring day (open)

Hazelkit stumbled out of the nursery onto a rather small stone. She lay on it, famished. She'd rarely been let out of the nursery. Leaves were scattered across the camp. She was bored and exhausted, staring at the fresh-kill pile, hoping the warriors would bring more prey. It was rather seldom to be out of the nursery, especially in this weather and season. Most of the warriors were out hunting, trying to catch whatever they could, while Hazelkit just chased a falling leaf.