[RedSquirrel]

As Branchwhisker came into camp with his pathetic catch, he felt felt the anger fade into a mild irritation. He set the three skinny voles in the freshkill pile and set to grooming himself. He flattened the fur of his shoulders, which stuck up, making him look like a bush. He finished and selected one of the voles for his meal. He hissed to himself and ate the vole in what seemed like two bites. Branchwhisker sighed with frustration.