Phoenix Maplewood can you not

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bird remained clutched between her jaws tightly as the feline picked her way through the forest as if a creature well acquainted with it, and not one only recently arrived. feathers stuck in the fur of her chest and fluttered there; ignored until she could find somewhere satisfactory to set into her meal. the forest was full of trees that were well equipped for the task, and yet she was particular. nose wrinkled at an offending maple that neared her specifications but did not reach them, and she paused briefly before continuing on her mission.