Raventuft stood up from quickly burying his catch to notice a flutter of feathers. Oh, another one? Must be my lucky day. the smokey gray tom thought, dropping to a crouch and lifting his head to search for the prey. There it was, right next to that tree! A thrush, skinny it may be, but food all the same. The tom slowly stalked forward, then quickly leaped up and swiped at the bird, catching a pawful of feathers in his claws. He sharply brought his paw down, snapping the fowl's neck. Raventuft lightly picked up the thrush in his jaws and recovered his previous prey. With both lifeless creatures firmly in his maw he started the short journey back to Camp.
[Accepted ^^
I'm curious how I can edit the front page? Since it's your post.]