What Snakeheart had managed to do to the leaders den in the time that Kestrelstar was out looking for a dead man was miraculous and maddening. Miraculous as now the den was carpeted in a fine layer of soft sand and shredded moss pretty shells and rocks that usually belonged in the medicine cats den bordering the area with a new overlarge nest in it. Maddening because Snakeheart felt he was going mad feverishly preparing the den to standard in a effort to force fate to his whims and make Kestrelstar stay. He'd stand guard here if he had too and would, the nest that stood as a centerpiece to the room added to that plan.
It was huge large enough that two big cats could comfortably sleep that and looked like a nest in construction. Woven reeds flexible sticks and dried grass formed the bulk of the structure high walls and many small pockets of air made the nest warm and a soft layer of downy feathers from various prey and more moss gave it a padded feel that one could luxuriate in for hours. To cap it off a crab (courtesy of Junipersong) and a fresh trout lay waiting for the leader to return alongside Snakeheart who barley managed to restrain his twitching as he sat in wait.
If Kestrelstar wasnt back soon he'd go looking for the tom. He
had to come back, there was no other option.
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