Blood-Stained Battle Grounds

There's no reason to object that this place isn't worthy of its name. Cat scratches are embedded into nearby rocks, and dried blood clings to each of the small plants that manages to minimally survive there. The trees hang over tiredly, blackened from fire and bare from having their bark stripped from repeated scratches. Nearly everything about this place is dead, and if you look closely you can see more than one skeleton laying about; both of canines and felines.