Cynder- wrote:::Crowfeather::
Crowfeather's ears shot erect, and he heard the quiet twirp of a thrush. He stalked off, his large and broad shoulders moving in a slow motion as he neared the tree of the thrush. It sat at the base of the tree, digging through the snow with its beak trying to find something to eat. Crowfeather lunged and gave it no time at all to fly off. He killed it with a swift bite to the neck and carried it back to Speckles with glimmering eyes. "Your chturn," he said through all the feathers.
(( Here it is. =3 ))






