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An apricot striped dustmop had flopped down not far from the freshkill pile and reached out with a claw to snag a bird, pulling it to him. Boy, had he worked up an appetite!
Oatpaw had been out on practicing rabbit hunting with Boulderdash and Shadesleek. The sisters were fast and worked well together while Oatpaw- well, he wasn't exactly slender or sleek or short-haired like the sisters. While he tried, he was slower, clumsier, and was definitely way more out of breath than they were.
Giving a soft grunt and grumble, he set about to defeathering his meal, although he made a mental note to himself to make sure to divide the soft downy feathers and take a separate pile to the nursery and the elder's den when he was finished.
If he didn't pass out and sleep first.
