Cinderwhisker sat down. "gather 'round young'uns, and I'll tell you a story." the kits squealed and tripped over themselves running to Cinderwhisker's side. "This is a story about fighting eagles," Cinderwhisker settled down in her nest. "I was young, with a peppy spirit, and one day I was outside, resting in the sunshine, when a shadow fell over me. I looked up, and saw a monstrous eagle!" a tiny black she-kit gasped. "how big?" "well, I'll tell you Littlekit. It was so big, it could have carried away a twoleg!" Littlekit's eyes grew as big as moons. "wow!" Cinderwhisker purred. "Yes it was very big. now where was I? Oh yes. The eagle let out an earsplitting shriek, like this," Cinderwhisker rose up and shrieked loudly, which caused the kits to shrink back. "And then, it dived down, and snatched me up in it's huge talons! It started to fly away, but I wasn't giving up without a fight! I struggled and thrashed, and bit and clawed it, until it finally let go! I was relived, until I realized I was falling!" A ginger tabby tom-kit gasped. "Did you DIE?" Cinderwhisker let out an amused mrrrow  of laughter. "No, I lived. luckily, the eagle dropped me into the river, and I didn't die, but was I cold! Brrr!" The kits squeaked with delight. "now, lets go get some fresh-kill. I'm starved!"