Around the Camp

Komali wasn't exactly a light sleeper but she was still genuinely surprised that she slept for so long without anyone waking her up. She uncurled her tail and stretched a little with a nose wrinkle when she realized she couldn't hear her bowl being filled. The crunchy cat food wasn't as great a fresh kill but...
Oh no....
She got up, left the tent, and could almost hear her heart sink in her chest. Everything from last night... it really happened! That damn car really had killed her! It was only a guess last night as she put together her last memories but for all she knew that group of people...er, animals... people were just hallucinations brought on by the needle man that her two leg made her visit once a year or when she got sick. 
NOPE! This was death and it sucked. Honestly, Komali thought for sure she would go hunt with other dead cats in the sky or some kind of heaven when her little body failed but THIS. THIS was just torment. 
It didn't look like anyone was around so Komali quickly groomed her whiskers and walked a little ways to explore and get used to her feet. She stretched her paws and felt her claws come free of their hiding place which was a bit of a comfort. There was nothing to sharpen them on though. This area was totally featureless! Nothing but that fire from last night and the tent! 
With another huff Komali began to practice walking and tried to pick up the pace. Now that this was all real, she might as well practice. The key to survival here would probably be making friends with those other guys and they didn't seem to like how clumsy she was. 
Alright, step one. Earn the trust of the locals.