Stone Circle Is this what you want?

Golden fur touched his eyes. The sun brought them over, until the tips of her fur turned into the mass of her figure in his pupils. Honey eyes, and snowdipped.
...
She looked like a donut.


He'd never seen her before.

His stomach rumbled.
Tossing lazy glances along the rocks and soils. His face was tired, but pushing through. "Hey." Quirking the bottom of his lip up to his top, he thought to himself next. He hated this. Asking for help. Made him feel weird. "Yeah," he shook his head. His stomach prevailed, his nose not wishing to lead itself. This was easier. "Could you lead me towards the kill cache?" he looked to her again. He felt the need to state this next, realizing he looked a bit weird. You know, for being bandage wrapped and drowsy. "I-ah.. came from Riverclan."