“Disappointing. I really thought you could catch it quietly SkunkPaw.” said the voice of a tom the color of bark in new leaf. “I’m sorry NewBark. I accidentally bit the spine not the wind pipe” SkunkPaw said apologetically.
“As punishment for killing it so poorly when you get done hunting that will go to FoldEar and you will eat your smallest catch.” NewBark ordered his golden eyes gleaming in a menacing manner. “Of course.” SkunkPaw buried the rabbit.