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Redtalon --
If she'd not been drowsing she would've looked up and paid attention the singsong voice that was capable of reaching her sensitive ears even all the way back in the end of the warrior's den. But the brown tabby molly was still somewhat asleep. Or well, if drowsing could be classified as being asleep, she was just not paying much if any attention to her surroundings, looking instead inwards and trying to sort out the issues within there instead of focusing on the outside. This seemed to be her detriment as she heard an extremely loud and high pitched voice just right by her ear. And to be told she smelled was the least of the things she'd expected and lifting her head in a rush, ears flickering and forth trying to make any sense of it she smelled, exactly what had been said, and took a deep breath trying to get her senses on board. So. Start with the basics, there was an apprentice staring right into her nest, why was there an apprentice in the warriors den? What in the stars was she doing? Doetuft wanted a proper answer but first she had to wake up at least somewhat. And when she did she replayed the apprentice's words over in her head,
'you're the smell'. She didn't remember smelling of anything in particular, except for the fact that she had her nose buried in a small piece of moss that held... a particular cat's scent. But that was to be expected was it not? They were sharing a nest after all, had been... had been for a moon now. Nearly... two moons. Time moved much too fast for her liking. But... this was such a strange thing to say. And the only response she could blurt out was,
"What? What... smell?" Because she knew she'd been called out for her Thunderclan scent before but she was quite sure that had been long since taken over by the pine scent of Shadowclan, but, as she drew in a deep breath, the oak smell was still there. Brief, hard to pin point, but the slight hint was still there.
"What... smell.. are you talking about?" she questioned as she sat up in the nest, feeling saddened slightly by the loss of warmth as she uncurled.
"Elaborate... please." Slowly she started to gain a better and better idea especially as she replayed the apprentice's words over. She knew this apprentice didn't she? The one with no filter. Sparkpaw. Snowflake's apprentice. Oh no, had he somehow roped her into checking in on her? Somehow... she doubted that. He wouldn't do such a thing, which meant... that the apprentice had come in looking for him. But it didn't give her the answers she wanted.