Feathers lay on the ground beside where the ginger she-cat known as Hollywhisper lay, freshly spat away from her as she'd tucked into the limp form of a robin she'd collected from the fresh-kill pile only mere moments ago. She'd made sure the elders and queens had been fed first this time, unlike the day before. The scolding she'd received had been enough to get her to root the duty in her mind for future use. Being on the newer side to FallClan's ranks the chatty young she-cat wasn't the quickest at picking up chores that included her caring for cats other than herself, and it was something that both annoyed and amused her. She'd been so used to having to look after her own survival that in her old life the thought of giving up prey to someone else would have caused her to bare her teeth. Now however, she was part of a working system that was intended to care for every cat around her. 

Tucking her tail around her, she stretched out onto her side and used both of her front paws to hold the robin tight. She clamped her teeth upon a few more feathers and tugged them out to spit them out beside the others. She'd looked after everyone else for a change - it was her turn for a meal!