S h a r k b i t e
Shark was a odd tom, it was hard to not seem him coming, his dark storm like coat could be seen for miles upon the moor. Blue eyes burning as he hunted among the grass. Feeling the soft ruffled of the grass under his soft pink pads. Prey was starting to get hard to catch, he hated it. Stalking a rabbit that had ended up needing to eat, his steps skilled and careful. Soon he launched his assault pouncing onto the rabbit before it could scream for help. The bite with his alabaster fangs ended the rabbit's life. A smile filled his lips a bit, it was quite plump.
Picking up the freshkill he made his way into camp. He followed the patch he used as a child long ago when he ran from his abusive father and brother, making of home of the moor clan. He padded into the camp placing the plump rabbit into the pile before curling up to rest beside the warrior den. He had been eating as less and less, compared to before when the tom would feast on anything given. He knew others needed to eat before him, though he wouldn't admit it in the end. Quietly he yawned bored, glancing around the camp he looked for a clan mate to have a chat with. Not many enjoyed speaking with him, but he was sure someone wouldn't mind some small talk.