Talk:Apprentices' Den/@comment-5342796-20130527180810

Icepaw yawned and groomed his white pelt silently, watching the sunrise through the entrance of the den. It was finally quiet. Lionpaw was sprawled in his nest, tailtip dangling over the edge. Lilypaw, Troutpaw, and Dawnpaw were curled into matching balls of various gray fur.

Feeling like an intruder in his own home, Icepaw got up, wondering what to do.