"Freepaw, you in there?" Firenose sticks his ginger muzzle into the apprentice's den, letting the sunlight assault my eyes. "Oh, there you are. Ready to go hunting?" I mumble something intelligent, like "Aghhhhhhthahurtsowwwwwww", and roll away from the entrance, towards the darker interior of the den. "Nope, you're not getting off that easy." Firenose comes into the den and scoops me up, grabbing my scruff in his mouth like you'd carry a kit - I'm not a kit! - and drags me up out of my comfy nest with a grunt. "But wouldn't it be nice if it were?" I pout. In other words, he's perfect. "No." "No."