Buck
The black loner scraped his claws along a rock,sharpening them before he leaped up onto the rock.he looked down,waiting.he was waiting for something,someone,to pounce on.he smelled scent markers,but he still padded on and climbed a tree.i don't care what those mangy clan cats think he thought,snarling prey is prey.hunger is hunger. he eventually spotted a mouse,then leaped down on it,breaking its' spine.finally!i'm starved. he thought,carrying it to a tree and eating it.
Duskpaw
The black oriental studied a piece of prey.a vole,in particular. he sniffed it,prodded it,before eating it,of coarse.Finally,he took a bite,and sighed with relive. not crowfood. he thought,eating his vole,then sitting up,licking his chops.