Lightpaw yawned, suddenly realizing she was on the dawn patrol.

Jumping to her paws, she raced out.

"Well, that took you a long time," a dark gray tom grumbled quietly. "If anything, it's the morning patrol."

"I'm sorry," Lightpaw rushed.

Rolling his eyes, the dark gray tom mumbled something to a sleek white she-cat.

The she-cat sighed in disappointment, and they padded off.

She heard a rustle in the bushes.

A kittypet!

"Excuse me, young cat. I am sorry to disturb you but this is ThunderClan territory. If you have any reason or would like to come join ThunderClan, I must ask Birchstar, the leader. Otherwise, please get off as you are intruding," Lightpaw meowed, closing her eyes to think about what to say.

Silence.

She opened her eyes.

The kittypet was long gone. Perhaps the kittypet was quiet? Or had she been concentrating too hard?

Two rogues padded by, and she sucked in her breath. Hoping she wouldn't ramble on this time, she meowed, "Please leave."

The rogues narrowed their eyes.

"Now please, if you would be so kind."

"Whatever," one meowed.

"Bye?" Lightpaw called as she watched them leave.

She caught up to the patrol, padding back to camp.