"You got that right" Tanglepelt grunted. "Those pesky apprentices don't know what real work is! Me, I've earned my rest. Them? Nah. They just roll about their den play fighting, giving no heed to respected elders like myself!" He turned, grumbling, back into the elder's den. Each joint creaked like a rusty hinge."better. Much better, but he needs sleep. Make sure the 'paws give him fresh moss every other sunrise. "