Subject: The Fresh-Kill Pile Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:51 pm
BrightStar strolled in and placed down the 2 mice she caught. The pile should get bigger through some moons... the leader thought as she trotted back to her den. The cream tabby leader came to the area again with a squirrel in her jaws. She plopped it on top of the 2 mice and imagined a larger pile. BrightStar darted off to her nest.
