Bonecrusher grumbled as he walked into the warrior's den and sat down.
"Why such a sour mood?" mewed Sandpaw, his little sister.
"Because" he grumbled, "I got in trouble for threatening to take a rouge's head off if he touched our prey. Shouldn't you be with Deadcrow?"
Sandpaw snorted then sprinted out of the den to meet her mentor.
Sandpaw
[img width=510 height=270]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…nathewerewolf-d35a73z.png[/img] Bonecrusher