[Radler]

Owlfang trotted back into the clearing, the large feathery crow grasped in his mouth muffling any smells of blood or fear from the Thunderclan visitors earlier. As he approached the fresh-kill pile, he turned his amber gaze up to the sun in the sky, noting how long it had taken him to return from his hunting trip. Atleast the crow would feed a few kits and Queens. Owlfang dropped the crow and spat a few remaining feathers from his mouth. With an amused huff, he turned to look around the clearing, wondering where everyone could be. Finally, he began to pick up on the scent of panic, but his thoughts were interrupted by a shriek from the medicine cat den.