Hawksong had watched as Deathshadow stomped off in a fit of acrimony. With a hard gaze, she'd turn back to face Duststar and would dip her head politely before dismissing herself. She looked around for the fresh-kill pile as her stomach started to growl, and spotted it from afar. She nonchalantly advanced towards it as disapproving whispers and stares still plagued her from all around the camp. Normally, Hawk would be timid enough to back off and isolate herself from the others, but what was wrong with being a little rebellious for once?
Beforehand, though. 

The orange-brown pigmented feline straightened her stature, puffing out her chest as if she was all high and mighty and held confidence. Which she currently didn't. But, these cats didn't have to know that! Lastly, her expression became stoic and her cropped caudal vertebrae coiled neatly over her hip, finally trudging over on light feet. The she-cat would stop at a reasonable few feet, diverting her eyes down to study the distinct bleached feathers of a bird. She leaned down to grab it with alabaster little teeth, but something stopped her. Turning around, she'd grin at the cats watching her and state, "I'll just go hunting." and she ran off into the forest.

Some time later, Hawksong returned with a thrush and a small field mouse in her maw. She'd quickly drop the prey in the fresh-kill pile and lick her chops. She had caught a third, a thrush, in which she had eaten in the forest so she could focus better. Shielding herself from few glares, she'd look around for the cat she met and finally caught the sight of his shadowed coat. Hawk quickly bounded over to him and sat, saying nothing.