[center][h3][color=FFFF83]Honeypaw[/color][/h3][/center]

	Curled into an almost imperceptible shadow at the farthest corner of the apprentice's den, Honeypaw's sleep seemed undisturbed. The only sign of distress on her was her twitching ears, but such movements could be attributed to any kind of dream. She laid upon a small pile of moss with little other additives; it was a bit worn as well, and needed changing, as it had warn to the hard earth in some small spots. Around her, several sleeping lumps that were her fellow apprentices were starting to stir. In the predawn light, to golden eyes opened from the abck of the den, and Honeypaw groggily raised her head and yawned. 

	The others in the den were rising as well. Looking around, Honeypaw noticed that Stonepaw was not near his sister, and without a doubt had left the den earlier with his usual exuberance. Russetpaw herself seemed wakened, but she was laying as if she was still sleeping. Snowpaw seemed agitated, and struggled in her sleep. Shadowpaw, who looked to have been already awake, was near enough to her to look as though he was going to rouse her from her nightmare, but she awoke on her own and slithered quietly from the tangle of nests inside the den. She sympathized with the other she-cat, her own dreams were often unpleasant, and knew that Snowpaw could relate. Honeypaw shivered and turned her head to lick between her shoulders, not wanting to think of the young twolegs that haunted her own dreams. She stood and straightened, seeing Shadowpaw disappear, and streched the best she could without disturbing the other apprentices. She daintily picked her way through and out of the den, being careful not to wake anyone up.

	Once she was out of the den, Honeypaw moved aside and stretched properly. Much of the camp seemed to be awake and working already, although that could have just been the impression Honeypaw had of herself having slept too long. She eyed the fresh-kill pile and her stomach rumbled, but she knew better than to get food for herself before checking to make sure the Queens and Elders were fed. She looked to the nursery, but seeing some many cats there already she figured that they had been brought food already. With light steps, Honeypaw trotted over to the Elders' Den.

	There were only three of the elders in the den, Sparrowlegs, Echotail, and Frogpelt. Redwhisker must have been off elsewhere. Honeypaw entered and bowed her head respectfully once she had saw that the werey awake, and when she looked up, asked in a small voice, "[color=FFFF83]How are you both this morning? Can I bring either of you fresh-kill?[/color]" Her small head swung toward Echotail as she answered the question first.

	"[color=B000A7]Hello, dear. Thank you but a few of the other apprentices were in here before and brought us some from the pile.[/color]" Again, the apprentice bowed her head, and as the elders returned to their conversations, she kindly back out as to not disturb them more than necessary. She took a short trip to the nursery, and saw that they, too, had eaten this morning, and the finally turned once more toward the fresh-kill to sate her own hunger. She grabbed a modestly small mouse and found a shaded spot to sit and eat while she waited for her mentor.