The looming bird tried to think - the larger cats were older, did they know how to hit harder? It's mind reeled. Pick off the smaller ones, pick of the weak. It's always what its own mother taught it, wasn't it? So, it turned, rolling eyes, to snap its sharp beak, red with the blood of the other cats it was fighting and made its next attack.
The eagle lands a hit on Mousepaw for 3 damage!