{Okay I added the cats, let me know if I missed anyone. }
Thistle→tags→none
He turned back to the bird, finishing it with a couple of bites. He then started to patrol his borders, making sure everything was just how he liked it, how cats lived in fear.
Adder→tags→none
She looked around for food. Her stomach rumbled. At this rate, I'd be glad to eat crow food. it was true, for she couldn't ever find anything to eat. It's all Thistle's fault. She thought angrily. Her claws unsheated, she was itching to catch prey.


















