TurdPelt:
He grumbled to himself that there were to many cats in the clan, he couldn't get all of their furs.. "I'm gonna go work on that feather idea of mine, getting feathers n stuff." he trotted out from his hidey place, and searched for birds among the trees. "BIIIRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDSSS! BIRRRRRRDDDDDSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" he yowled. a crow flew out of a tree, squaking. jumping up, he clawed it out of the sky, ripping feathers off as he drug it down and killed it with a swift bite. "AHA! PREY FOR THE CLAN, FEATHERS FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screeched with delight. he carried it to camp and plucked off all the feathers with his teeth, spitting them into a pile in his hidey place. dropping the feather-less bird into the prey pile, he set off into the woods again.




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