Nottingham was not used to being above ground. She much preferred small holes and dark corners to slink into and go unseen, contrary to the role she held. Socializing was still something she was getting used to. It took a lot to get her out of her shell, honestly. Nott scratched at the ground as she stared across the vast landscape in front of them. It had not been that long since Sunclan starting sharing a house with them. Prey was scarce between the two groups and you could tell by the dull coats and overall gauntness of the cats mulling about. She really needed to find a jackpot of prey somewhere in these lands...