A disgusting hangout

"What are you saying? You give up?" Badgerpaw dug his claws into Scratchpaw, drawing a little bit of blood.

Scratchpaw gritted his teeth. "Yes! I'm saying I'm giving up!" he hissed.

Badgerpaw hopped off. "Because I won, I get to have your mouse!" Without another word, Badgerpaw quickly picked up the dead prey and ran out of Carrionplace before Scratchpaw could get up.

Scratchpaw ran to the camp, gritting his teeth in pain.

Once at the camp, Badgerpaw padded over and sat the mouse down at the fresh kill pile. He then padded into the empty apprentice's den to settle down for a nap, hoping that Scratchpaw wouldn't follow him in.

Scratchpaw padded into the camp, knowing that the other apprentice would not want him in the same place as him.