Yasha | Male | Camp | Mentions: Hawk; Imperia; Severine|

Yasha was the last to wake as always. The morning sun poured into his den, golden light showering him in warmth. It irritated the small cat, he was very much prepared to sleep another hour into the day. He curled up further until hissing at the uselessness of the action.

He stretched his legs out before getting up and slinking out of his bed. Most of the cats had been gathered around their Nemesis, Severine. She must have called a meeting and Yasha missed it. Oh well. He was sure he'd hear some chatter as to what it was about but the tom had a pretty good guess. Foxes were upon their land and prey was scarce. He didn't really care much for the little red dogs but they were stealing food and land. He's already seen a few and did nothing more than puff up and hiss. It usually did the job of scaring them off. When given the chance he'd kill one, they had soft fur, it'd probably make for a nice blanket. He could use an extra coat during winter.

Yasha didn't bother showing his face at the meeting, instead making his way to the fresh-kill pile where Hawk and Imperia were. "'Morning." He mumbled to the cats. He politely waited for Severine to grab herself food before he went.

Yasha |Male | Camp | Mentions: Imperia

Yasha dug into his little meal of mouse, licking the blood away from his mouth. His ears laid against his head as he heard Imperia speak.

"I slept very well thank you for asking. The meeting didn't disturb me at all." He finished off the mouse and licked his paws. "You're right though, nothing is more important as sleep. I wouldn't be as handsome as I am if I didn't sleep lots." He purred as he continued grooming himself, ignoring the hard stare Imperia was throwing him. He didn't care much for her criticism laced with sarcasm and nor was he a vain cat. He simply needed something to tell her.