(Would you believe how old this is?
No, you wouldn't.
Please take into consideration that I wrote this years upon years ago, around the time I made this account, and critique it as such. It looks like this will be the first 'chapter', as the story is set up into little pieces.)
"Get up, you lazy furball!"
The apprentice batted at his denmate's head playfully, laughing as his tail wavered from side to side. His amber eyes glittered as sunlight shone through the Apprentice Den, his paw now reaching out to prod the tabby's side.
"Ungh.." the dark brown tom grunted, opening one eye to peer into the depths of the den. The sight was blurry at first, but it soon cleared before he let out a drowsy yawn. His whiskers twitched, another bright green iris shining as the light hit it.
"Oh.. Mousepaw."
"Yeah, Mousepaw! Who else?" the black-and-white male laughed again, his paws kneading against the thick bed of moss. His expression quickly changed, however, his voice lowered in slight urgency. "Nettlewing and Whisperfoot want us to come with them on a border patrol."
"Huh.. Nettlewing's my mentor.."
"No duh! Gee, Adderpaw, don't you ever wake up?"
"Sometimes," the other apprentice, 'Adderpaw' grinned, purring in amusement. But to Mousepaw's surprise, he rose to his paws, swiping his tongue over his maw. "Let's eat!"
Mousepaw cuffed him behind the ear.
"Border patrol.. Border patrol, mousebrain!"