}{.Foxfeather.}{
Foxfeather yawned as she woke from her sleep. She blinked her eyes, trying to get the sleep out. 'What's the point?' she thought. She stood up and padded out of the warrior's den. She was always amazed, every day, that the leader made her a warrior, since the leader before hers had doubted Foxfeather to ever being able to do anything, with her being blind in all. She sighed. She scented her way over to the fresh kill pile. Sniffing each piece, she found a starling. Starlings were her favorite. She pulled it out and set it in front of her. She sank her teeth into the meaty breast of the bird. The cold blood hit her tounge, sending a chill down her body. She licked her lips on each bite. Her ears stayed perked as she kept alert for any approaching threats. She hadn't eaten since the day before, and was looking forward to this meal. She didn't want to be disturbed. It was about sun-high, so she felt all empty inside. Foxfeather's jaws parted, releasing a quiet yawn. She sat up and licked her chest fur flat. Her head wondered as she scented the air for any other cats.