DeathClan ( The merciless and terrifying. High ranks open!)

Sharpfang watched Hawkwing and Quicktalon discussing Kerri's execution and sighed. She might as well just die now. Everyone knew that she was to soft to join DeathClan. He got up, slowly, and trotted out of camp. He was no Hunter, but when prisoners were scarce he had to entertain himself by killing other creatures. He walked a little way away from camp and sat down, by the foot of an aspen tree. He cocked his ears and opened his mouth to scent any prey nearby. Almost at once the smell of blackbird entered his nose. He crouched down and stalked along a dust covered pathway. He spotted the bird moments later; it had its back to him. Sharpfang prepared to pounce. He pushed off from his back lags and landed squarely on the blackbird's head. He turned it over so that he could see its eyes. The bird was flailing in his grip, but Sharpfang wasn't going to let it go. He hooked some of its wing feathers under his claw and yanked them out. He saw the fear and pain in the bird's eyes and smiled. He then proceed to slit accross it's belly and then it's neck. He didn't cut its neck deeply, so that it was still alive when he picked it up in his jaws. He crushed one of its wings by bending it over and bitting down on it. He heard a blood gurgled scwark escape the bird and his smile broadened. He entered camp five minutes later and he dumped the still living bird on the fresh kill pile. By now it was completely immobile, so he decided to leave it there to die.