Fighters Den

[xX.[Shatter].Xx]

This is where Fighters sleep.

[xx.{H}azelstar.xx]

A long-haired white tom padded in, a growl rumbling inside his throat. He stepped lightly, looking at the den floor before he stepped. Carcasses of dead mice, vole and rabbits filled the den with a horrid stench, nothing new to him. Whitepelt smirked, picking up a skeleton and eating the old, rotten scraps from it. He laid himself down afterwards, letting it all settle.