[Dizerel]

Inside the den, a monument to several days, if not weeks worth of work all from one cat. A pile, a rather strange pile.

Crabs.

Thats right, crabs.

Very many crabs. Piled together.

A crab pile.

Why was there a crab pile there? Few would know. Though it might be a little bit more obvious for Kestrelstar upon his return. It was a symbol. A rare delicacy, one that he shared with someone, someone who truly loved Kestrelstar, and this was their way of grieving while he was gone, possibly lost forever. But now, he had returned. And the fruits of the labor?

Crab.

// @spade