Littlepaw yawned, suddenly realizing he was on the dawn patrol.

Jumping to his paws, he 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," Littlepaw 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.

He 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 Moonstar, the leader. Otherwise, please get off as you are intruding," Littlepaw meowed, closing his eyes to think about what to say.

Silence.

He opened his eyes.

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

Two rogues padded by, and he sucked in his breath. Hoping he wouldn't ramble on this time, he meowed, "Please leave, unless you want to join. Then come with me, and I'll ask on your behalf."

The rogues narrowed their eyes.

"Now answer please," Littlepaw demanded.

"Whatever," one meowed.

"Bye?" Littlepaw called as he watched them leave.

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