Furzeface spotted Icecloud emerging from the gorse tunnel. The white she-cat was the best hunter in ThunderClan. This morning she carried a huge starling.
"Why don't I get that for you?" Furzeface purred. Without waiting for an answer, he snatched the bird and headed in the nursery.
"Hey, Ivyclaw! Cinderheart! Look what I caught!" The mottled tabby shoved through the bramble tendrils, hoping his fat figure would fit.
"Wow!" Ferncloud exclaimed when she saw the starling. "You caught that?"
"I know, gigantic!" He boasted, strutting through the crowded den.
"Great, you can go now." Daisy informed him, giving the still-warm body to the nursing Cinderheart. Wildkit and Rainkit eagerly licked their lips.
"I know." Finished with gracing them with his presence, Furzeface shoved once more through the nursery.
"I just finished repairing that!" Brackenfur's distressed mew sounded from the warriors' den.
"Whatever!" Furzeface snorted. "If you had my skill you'd be on it and finished way before sunhigh!" The golden tabby tom gave him a dark look before rounding up a patrol.
Jealous! Jealous! Always, jealous, Brackenfur! Thought the conceited tom.
"Attack, ShadowClan!" Blackstar's yowl sounded the camp as enemy cats tore through the ravine.
"No! An ambush!" Brambleclaw, the deputy, gasped. He attempted a warning yowl before Rowanclaw bowled him over.
Furzeface began to sneak away clumsily. But Tigerheart, the dark ShadowClan tabby and Rowanclaw's son, spotted him and leaped. He timed the jump perfectly, hitting the tom's shoulders squarely.
With the breath knocked out of him, Furzeface didn't even make an attempt to defend himself and his life was over in a heartbeat, gutted like a fish.