Well... CLOSED for Blaze

Flamestripe purred. "Good catch. Those were some swift reflexes!" He padded into the forest further and smelled bird. Creeping through the underbrush, he saw a small sparrow pulling a worm from the ground. A few fox-lengths away, Flamestripe saw a squirrel sitting straight up, staring up at the tree. Following the squirrel's gaze, the orange tabby saw another squirrel rustling among the tree branches. Realizing that the squirrel would feed more of the Clan, and that it was obviously diverted from attention, Flamestripe fell into the hunters crouch and crept up on the prey. When he was about two fox-lengths away, he pounced. He nipped the fresh-kill's neck, and carried it back to Silkpaw.

He looked at her and suggested, "Let's eat!" The orange striped warrior glanced at Silkpaw's small mouse, and added, "That one couldn't feed the whole Clan, so I think it's best if we brought the squirrel back instead." Flamestripe took one last look at Silkpaw, and then bent his head. He took a small bite out of the mouse, making sure he left some for his companion.

Flamestripe mewed, "I saw a starling back there, want to go catch it? That along with this huge squirrel will feed the whole Clan!" He sat down, waiting for Silkpaw to come back with the starling hanging limp in her mouth.