Leaffeather grunted as he walked along the forest floor, scenting if they were any prey lurking around. There was a mouse. Only a mouse. Leaffeather hated mice, but decided to catch it anyways. So he went into a crouching position, careful jot to make a sound, and then leaped onto the mouse and caught it. It was fairly easily. So he went back to the camp.
Poppy was waiting there for him when he had just got back. Poppy took a look at Leaffeather and the mouse that he caught.
"Nice catch!" Poppy commented. "It will work will for the feast."
Leaffeather smiled as he set the mouse down. It was perfect for any kit. In the fresh-kill pile, there were birds, fish, mice, squrriels, etc...
It was going to be a big night for the group.