I'm bringing my sinking ship back t{o} the shore..

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    "Drop?" The tall.. and well, rather vertically long serval meowed. "Drop!" The osprey was unconscious, feathers and blood mixed with dirt all around him. That stupid bird did a great deal to his brother.
    "You'll be OK, bro." The serval reassured the knocked out bird, and himself. He carefully picked the huge bird up, placing it on his back, talons in his mouth to make sure he didn't fall while climbing up his favorite tree.
    "Listen, bro. I don't know how long this will last, but, well.. stay right here. Not that you can go anywhere anyway.."
    Ospreyricochet burst his way into camp, and went straight to the FK pile, picking out the smallest piece of prey he could find, and began to make his way out of camp again.

    The short-haired chocolate tabby with white feline curiously looked up from where she lay inside of the camp. Her aqua blue sparkling orbs watched the serval pick up the smallest prey from the fresk-kill pile and retreat with it out of the camp. That was unusal for the cats ate inside of the camp, not outside. Illusionfaith carefully rose to her paws, following the serval out of the camp. Light on her small feet, the feline followed the serval to where ever he was going.

    The serval pelted back to the tree, stalking up it as fast as possible. He dropped it beside the osprey. "For when he wakes up." Ospreyricochet mumbled, leaping back down from the tree. "Water.. water, water." Ma, where was he going to get moss for water? There should be some on some kind of rock somewhere.. no? He didn't even notice the cat was following him. He just tried to find a rock or even moss for water.

    The chocolate tabby and white feline's curiosity grew even stronger as she watched the unfamiliar serval pelt up the tree, leaving the prey up there, and come flying back down. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she hid behind the bush, her body completely motionless as she watched him. She watched him look around. She didn't know what he was looking for, but she was positive he was up to no good.