(im switching Del to third person bc I cant FRICKIN KEEP UP WITH THREE CHARRIES AND ONE I HAVE TO SWITCH POINT OF VIEWS AAAA)
Misty had picked up Delilah and Zion from school and walked them over to the park far before anyone else. Her instincts told her that everyone would be meeting there, and as she looked from her perch in the tallest tree in the part she was smug. She licked her paw and sat back on her haunches on the slim branch, narrowing her eyes at anything that moved. She swiveled her ears around towards the road then placed them back in relaxation. Misty heaved a sigh and looked at her children beside her.
Zion closed his eyes and ruffled his feathers against the breeze, he let escape a soft screech that meant to be a sigh and pushed his beak against his chest, contemplating what happened at school. He lifted one of his legs and scratched his neck then put it down and preened his chest for a moment. He turned his head towards his parent and opened one eye, opening his beak to speak. "Mom, why are we just sitting in this tree?"
Delilah struggled to keep her balance on the eternally-moving branch, she glared over the greenery of the park. Her stomach rumbled and she shot a look at her mom, who didn't seem to notice. "Mom." she snapped then tried to regain her balance again, once she did she looked at her parent again." Mom, why are we sitting here in the park just waiting for nothing. I'm hungry and tired and I have homework to do," she growled.
Misty sighed and exchanged glances with her children. "We're waiting for some people," she answered. "Del if you were hungry you could have just told me." She muttered before she backflipped off the branch and landed on the ground. Following her nose she found a nest of rabbits hidden in a line of bushes. Luckily for her, the mother was nursing the babies. She peeled back her lips and grinned, her fangs gleaming in the slivers of sunlight peering through the leaves. She dug into the nest, ripping away the fur and other bedding to reveal the mother and the week old babies. The mother looked into her eyes, frozen in fear before Misty lunged and gripped its head in her teeth, snapping its neck in a single jerk of her head. She lifted it up and shook the babies off of its teats into the hole. Misty placed it beside the den, a few drops of blood trickling off her whiskers and then snapped up a few of the babies. She then took the rest in her mouth and picked up the mother then ran back over to her kids, she gave the mother to Del, who absolutely wouldn't finish it. Then the babies were tossed to Zion. It took Misty a while to convince them that it was safe to eat, but when the did they didn't fuss. Misty took a moment to lick her chops and praise herself for the prosperous hunting, for she hadn't hunted in decades