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I was going to draw a picture of it on Fresh Paint for Windows 8.1, but for some reason it isn't working. Oh well. Just use your imagination from this description:

Most dens are thick clumps of bushes or grass that usually hold two to three nests. There are no main places for each separate rank in the Tribe. For example, the Leader does not sleep in a certain den, he/she can sleep in any place in the camp that they want. Same with all the other ranks except for the cubs. They must stay with their mothers in her den (quite obviously).
The camp is surrounded by thick grass and on the side opposite of the entrance it is also surrounded by trees. Dens are on the half of the camp surrounded by trees so that they are more protected. a shallow hole in the ground near the entrance to camp holds any small prey the tigers catch. After a hunting patrol goes out and catches one of the larger types of prey then it gets placed anywhere near the hole and the tigers are free to take some whenever.

Bird stretched, rising to her paws. She was still weary from sleeping so long, and was a touch surprised at her carelessness in staying in the dream world for so long. The sun had already peeked out from behind the horizon, and was slowly arching it's way across the sky. Bird in the Grasslands closed her eyes, and a random thought popped into mind. I wonder what Setting Stream Tribe is doing right now. She thought.

With his tail drooping, to the point in which it dragged against the dust-ridden ground, Twilight slipped past the primarily entrance of the clearing. He swiftly crossed the camp clearing with a purposeful stride; a large dust-colored rabit danged from his jaws. The lower portion of his pelt was ruffled and spiked, still damp from his unpleasent dip in a too-wide stream several minutes proir. Never having been quite fond of getting soaked, Twilight was grateful for the warm sunshine spilling down from a clear horizon. Upon reaching the prey-pile, he halted and dropped his rabit into the hole, before turning away.

Upon hearing the drop of a kill onto the prey pile, Bird opened her eyes and noticed Twilight. She didn't think much of the way his fur was spiked and how he tail was dragging. But after a few moments, after coming fully into the waking world, her eyes widened a bit. "Hey, fall into a stream or something?" she called from across the camp clearing as Bird stood and began to walk towards him. Well, not many others are up, and I'm dying for a conversation.

Twilight perked his ears, realizing only after a moment, that the comment had been directed towards him. After all, he doubted anyone else within the camp had been half-way drenched. Uttering a small sigh, the male made a slow half-circle and fixed his gaze onto the approaching tigress. "I didn't realize it was that obvouse." He muttered unhappily, raising his front right leg, and flicking water from his paw. He settled into a sitting position, one ear pressed back against his skull, while the other twitched slightly.

"Well it is when you look like you just bathed in the pond. And to think, all of that for a-" Bird paused to roll her eyes as her gaze met the rabbit he had brought in. "All for a rabbit. How funny," she muttered, half joking and the other half annoyed. "I thought you were trained as a Warrior, not a Hunter," Bird commented with another roll of her eyes and a constant impatient twitch of her tail. You aren't doing a very good job at striking a good conversation, Bird. Gosh, I thought you would have more sense! She almost sighed at her own thoughts, but stopped to think that it may come off as her sighing at Twilight.

Twilight felt an abrupt surge of hot rage blossoming into his chest, an emotion in which radaited through his veins, like a forest fire - slowly at first, then all at once. At first he remained silent, holding back the growl threatning to escape, waiting until his temper had somewhat cooled to answer. "I am a warrior." He confirmed lowly, his ears having gone flat. "But I am still very much capable of hunting for my tribe." His tail swished against the ground, rousing a small cloud of dust and leaf-bits. "What business is it of yours?"

"And you are a good warrior at that to," Bird said before thinking. She quickly changed the subject onto the other matter which he had raised. "Oh, no business of mine at all. I just like to barge into ones personal feelings and contort them until they think I am actually being derogatory," Bird let a smile cross her face as she paused, letting her sarcasm sink before continuing. "But of course I don't do that for long. Just a few sentences is all, and then it's back to my good self," A fake smirk plastered itself onto her face, but left almost as soon as it arrived after a real smile replaced it.

Twilight tilted his head, suprised and mildly confused by her compliment. That I am. I have proved my worth numberouse times to this tribe. He steamed silently, his bunched muscles visibly relaxing underneath his thick coat. "That I can believe." Although his prevouse frusteration had nearly entirely faded, his sour morning still induced a bad mood, and she wasn't lightning it up any. "You must have lost your 'good self' in the forest, 'cause I don't see it anywhere." Rising back to his feet, he regarded her through caculating eyes. "Weren't you supposed to head out with the others, at dawn?"

Birds eyes widened a hint, but was quick to hide her forgetfulness. "Well, my dawn is now. Their's was earlier. So yes, I should be going away now if that's what you'd like," Bird smirked, delighted at her good cover up to the fact that she had neglected to go out at dawn. The only sign that she couldn't hide that proved her mistake was the constant twitch of the tip of her black pointed tail, which she tried to hide by tucking it around her side and hiding it from view behind her front paw.

Since her lack of attendence amongst the other hunters wasn't his problem, Twilight couldn't find much of a reason to care. He had merely been trying to escape his strange conversation, before she could reignite his fast-temper. "Yeah, I'm sure that excuse will hold well, when the others realize your absents - that's if they haven't already." It was his turn to mess with her, and he was already enjoying it. Standing up, he indivaully stetched out his aching limbs, his tail still lain across the ground. "Guess they shouldn't expect anymore from someone barley passed training."

She hid the anger on her face well, not wanting him to take any satisfaction in the razz he was facing her with. So Bird put on a grin, although it wasn't one of her good ones. It was more of a twisted smirk rather than a grin, her attempt at a foolish smile while hiding her anger and, to her surprise, embarrassment. "Well at least I'm not as wound up as you, who seems to have not yet grown out of your cub like habit of playing with your 'younger' Tribe Mates. You can't even have a conversation with one without putting on your one year old act."