She made it back to where the others were waiting before she collapsed into her makeshift nest. "I'm back," she panted, voice hoarse. "Nothing?" The large brown tom who had been talking to three other cats turned to her. "But you stayed out so long; I thought..." He glanced guiltily at the three cats. The smallest cat, a lithe white she-cat, meowed, "Prey is scarce. You know that." She looked at the gray she-cat, the one who had been out searching. "You tried hard, right?" The gray she-cat could only nod. "So we're all going to starve." A strikingly thin ginger tom spoke for the first time.