[Willowfern]

Owlfeather came back to camp, loaded down with the prey he had caught, he put the vole, the squirrel, the thrush, and one of the mice down where the fresh kill pile should be,
“Hmf,” he muttered,”When was the last time somecat checked to go hunting?”
Then, he padded over to Laurelkit,
“Here you go Laurelkit, a nice juicy mouse!” He purred as she took the mouse from him.
“Thank you!” Laurelkit meowed as she nommed the mouse.
“Your Welcome!” Then, he padded over to the fresh kill pile, picked up the squirrel he had caught, and headed to the Nursery.