(Its okay.)
-Liontuft-
The tom glanced over his shoulder, spying his apprentice in the corner of his eye. "Well, look who we have 'ere. Greets to yourself, Mr. Thornpaw, and sorry to not inform you about the patrol. Just looked so warm and cozy in the rays." He left a smile plastered across his face, as he went to fetch Foxtrap. He saw the tom waking Apple paw as he mentioned his name. I do not sleep in. Well sometimes, I guess. He then padded near the entrance, opening his mouth for any scents. But, one unfamiliar scent caught his attention, beckoning him farther to investigate. Stepping out, he caught a better idea of what it was, either a mouse or a enemy cat. He didn't know, the scent was masked by prey. "That better not be an enemy, they all know they cat hunt here!" He muttered to himself a out loud thought.