Nests are for BIRDS [Open to RC Warriors]

It was his first night in the warrior's den. This wasn't what he imagined.

After his gruelling vigil by the moonlight, Otterleap had imagined that he'd settle into a warm den with his fellow warriors that were all senior to him and far more nobler than him. They'd all arrange their nests neatly, unlike the apprentices that pretty much slept in a messy pile, all shoving limbs and heads onto each other like branches woven together in a bird's nest. He was dead wrong.

The warrior's den had limited space, obviously in their reconstruction, they hadn't accounted for the sudden growth of warriors to join the den. He was currently wedged between two warriors. At the edge of the den, near the entrance, was his grandmother, Ivyfall. The silver she-cat purred like a monster in her sleep, her tail that was tucked over her muzzle did nothing to hide her deep-throated rumbling. Another warrior snored, a wet rattling noise to the left of him. Some other cat was mewling, like a damn kit. "Gah." He groaned to himself, scratching at his ears with his forepaws.

How in StarClan would he adjust to this?