Spike hesitated.. he LOVEd red treestars.. but if he made any movementm cEra would noice and he'd be caught, his mouth began to water, though, he was hungry, he hadn't eaten much today (for a spiketail). Spike was not the brightest of spiketails, although spiketails were notoriously slow-witted anyway. He finally made up his mind, darn it being caught, he wanted the treestar.. Dashing out of the brush he grabbed the treestars and began chewing.. he heard cEra chuckle in triumph but he didn't care.. he was getting something to eat..