You’re walking into camp with fresh kill in your mouth, to distracted by its scent to smell a cat in front of you. You bumped into them, but, they stranded strong. They gave you a sharp glance. By the amber eyes, you could tell it was Tiger’Star. “Omg! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” You ask. “Watch where you’re going, Kittypet!” He spat, making a remark of your past. “I’m sorry!” You repeated. He rolled his eyes and said, “Put that in the fresh kill pile and go back to your den”