Sootpaw followed after his mentor like a good cat. When she made the comment about him looking a little skinny, he turned to look at himself over his shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly in concentration. "Nah, I think I look the same." He concluded, though he wasn't mature enough to realize the difference yet. Sure he had been going to bed hungrier lately, but there wasn't even anything in the prey pile to eat. 

He crouched down, pressing his belly onto the ground, "Maybe we can fight instead of hunting, if there isn't anything." He suggested, enthusiastic as ever.