Foxfur stared at the pile of prey he had caught, he had left camp early, went to fish, the three large fish spoke for themselves, then had decided to chase some voles... always good to spice up the diet, and now here he had a raven. Did you know leaving prey uncovered calls more prey? Who knew... new hunting strategy here he comes. But the problem was he was on t he far side of the territory, near a well known elder sunning spot, but also right along the place the warriors would come on patrol. So now he had a conundrum... wait... and plead help from the warrior patrol, and have the prey moved at once, make about 9 trips back and forth to the prey stash... bug a passing elder... or try and carry it all. Well all were pretty reasonable except the last... So which did he pick? Of course... try to carry it all himself, So with the Raven over his shoulders and the fish dragging between his front paws as the voles dangled by their tales, he took a step home.... The raven started to slide and he ducked back to catch it, only pausing to make sure it was balanced again. And so he started the very long walk back to camp. Starclan send him an extra pair of paws....