[Risenphoenix]

Brindlefur returns to the clearing, looking worn out, but pleased - she was dragging with her a plump rabbit, and had buried a couple of mice and a small shrew before she'd caught the rabbit. She places the rabbit on the fresh-kill pile before racing off, fetching the mice and shrew and returning with them, depositing them dutifully before she picked the shrew back up. It was the smallest piece of fresh-kill on the pile, and though her belly was yowling and the usually plump she-cat was growing as thin as a WindClan cat, she couldn't bring herself to take a larger piece of prey from the mouths of the elders or nursing queens.

Padding over to a sunlight-warmed patch of ground, she stretches out and tucks into her shrew, finishing it off in a few famished gulps before she goes about grooming her fur, wondering if she ought to go out hunting again. She was exhausted, but she knew her Clan desperately needed the fresh-kill, her tail-tip twitcheing with indecision as she thought it over.