With bits of the dawning sun breaking through the moss and bramble covered entrance to the warrior's den, Thronpelt's ears gave a flick. One single golden tones eye blinking open through a narrow slit. Another day.. Giving his whiskers a twitch the large black and white tom unfurled from his bedding spot and stretched, tasting the dry weather with an open muzzle before slinking out and into camp. His tail twisting impatiently as the Deputy tom cat made his way towards the fresh-kill pile and frowned. A couple squirrells and a mouse or two. He decided to go without for the time being until the pile had been restocked and turned towards the Bigstone. Stopping at the base he settled in a patch of sun bathed grass and groomed himself briefly as he ran over patrol possibilities in his mind.