Fur slightly damp from the sea-spray, and the salty smell of the beach clinging to his fur, Yarrowpounce paused outside of the leaders den. He could smell two cats in there at the very least, but he'd rather get this out of the way as opposed to waiting around and getting yelled at by the golden tom. Nervously clearing his throat, he'd call from the entrance.
"Um, Lionstar it's Yarrowpounce.. My patrol is back from the beach and I was going to report back to you, if now's not a good time I can uh, come back.." Flicking his ear with uncertainty, he'd shift his weight and wait for a response from inside.