Fluffypaw looked at his mentor and Sharpfang growled, "What are you looking at? Go. Eat. Now."

Fluffypaw nodded, fishing out half a rabbit. He bit into it, blood and flavor bursting on his tongue as he gobbled all the delicious morsels down and spat out the bones.

He grabbed the moss and took them to the elders' den, setting the moss down and taking out the old moss.

He padded to his moss nest, and with a heavy sigh, he was sucked into the world of dreams.