[nate]

Nate was somewhat irritated by the nonstop chatter in the warrior's den. He was used to sleeping for as long as he wanted, in a bundle of clean blankets... And not sleeping in a disgusting pile of moss. Nate didn't think he would ever get used to this. Then again, he didn't need to, since he was planning to leave anyway. He didn't belong here.

Someone would have to give him directions first, of course. Nate didn't remember anything about the path he took to end up in Thunderclan. The clan cats were bound to know something about which way his true home could be. They were probably used to the area. But who would tell him and why? It would be very suspicious if he randomly popped the question "Which way is the Twolegplace?" That would certainly lose the little amount of trust the clanners had for him, and they might not even answer his question.

The tom yawned and glared at the wall of the den.