[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]★— Virgo hoped that it wouldn't end up as badly as the time that he had stolen Littlepup's feather. Oh well, she deserved it. He was playing with a dead bird that someone had left on one of the prey piles, and was nibbling on one of the legs when he noticed that it had feathers too. It was practically covered in feathers. He had forgotten that birds had feathers too! His face lit up and he tugged at the bird to see if he could pull off a feather.
Instead, he pulled it's head off.
"Ew, what's this gross stuff?" he gagged, stepping away from the fresh blood leaking out from the decapitated neck. He poked at one of the fowl's eyeballs, wondering why it wasn't saying anything.