[Neptune.]

Carrioncaller
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67 moons || he/him || ThunderClan Warrior
bulky, thick furred mink point w/ feathered tail; blue eyes

A new scent graced the bulky feline's nose, then... robin? He thought so, but Carrioncaller had never been one for bird hunting, really, so, in all his moons, he hadn't quite memorized the unique intricacies of the differences between bird scents. He slinks along the forest floor, following the scent until he sees it: a fat male robin. Hm... this could be quite good for ThunderClan if he gets it...

The warrior makes short work of the bird, pausing for a moment in the undergrowth of the forest floor before springing forward, catching the robin by the tail and silencing it with a swift bite to the neck immediately afterward. Three pieces of prey should be enough for now... back tracking to where he'd buried his squirrel and his mole, Carrioncaller picks them all up and makes his way back to camp.