Moonpaw
Moonpaw sighed, looking around for Coralshard. She sat down besides the Apprentices' Den with a grunt, frustrated that her mentor was no where in sight. The silver tabby always looked forward to battle training, and didn't like to be kept waiting. Moonpaw once more got to her paws and searched for the ginger tom, her tail flicking with a mix of excitement for training and annoyance for being unable to find the tom.
Ambershade
The brown tom grunted as he sat in his nest in the Warriors' Den, giving himself a quick groom. He arched his back into a stretch before padding outside. Ambershade hoped there were some open patrols, as he didn't have anything better to do. He secretly wished he had an apprentice, just to wake up to do nothing but either patrol or hunt on his own. With a last shake of his pelt, he looked to see if there was anything he could do besides hunting solo.
Adam
The ginger tabby gave a long yawn as he slowly stepped out of his warm fluffy bed. Bowls of food and water sat on the floor a few pawsteps away from him, and be began chowing down. He finished the brown meat-flavored pellets in several gulps, and licked his lips as he savored the yummy flavor. He flattened his ears slightly as water rippled in the silver bowl. "Aww, I wanted that tasty white liquid..." He moaned, referring to milk. Still he lapped up some of the clear substance before padding away to find his Twoleg. She was just about to go out the door when he appeared at her ankle, to which she cooed and gave him a pet behind the ears. The housecat then gave one last purr before the Twoleg headed out. She did that a lot of the time, though it was odd how she left and arrived back at her den at the exact same time everyday except every two days a quarter-moon. He believed that Twolegs referred to them as "weekends," according to another housecat living right across the street. He sighed as she closed the exit of the den, and decided to go out to the backyard and gaze at the ocean for a bit.