The stand started with Ferretpaw cleaning dishes in the kitchen, sighing. She rubs the sponge against it, white, foamy bubble cleansing it.

No one ever complained about the female duties... But her. Ferretpaw didn't get why females wouldn't want to be outside and fight for their Clan and hunt food outside the camp instead of being stuck in a laundry room or kitchen, doing chores.

"Hurry up, will you, Ferretpaw?" Fawnleg demands her impatiently, arms crossed and foot tapping on the ground. "You're the last one, and we need to dry some clothes!"

Ferretpaw mumbles, "I wouldn't be the last one if I was able to like doing this!"

"Not this rant again! Shut up for StarClan's sake, and step aside. I'll do the last of the dishes that you were supposed to clean." She pushes her aside, taking the sponge from Ferretpaw's hands.

This sucks, She thought. I wasn't born to do chores. If mum were still alive, she'd probably be on my side. Ferretpaw slowly shuffles out of the kitchen, then turns around as she exits. She needed to talk to Mineralstar.

She rushes towards a wooden-weaven hut. Inside, Mineralstar sat in a chair, looking deep in thought. He laid his head down on his arms, which rested on a table. "Um," Ferretpaw says nervously, "excuse me, Mineralstar?"

His head bolts up immediately. Mineralstar looks at her. "What do you need?"

"I want to take up male duties."

He raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yes!" Ferretpaw exclaimed, slightly aggravated. "Females aren't weak, dumb versions of males who can't do anything not boring or chore related!"

Mineralstar sputters. "Of-of course I know that! But you're almost a Worker, how will you get five years of Warrior training in in one year?" Obviously that wasn't the reason. Yep, he thinks females are at least weak.

"I'll train extra hard," She promises. "If you will let me become a Warrior, that would mean one more neko to protect camp and hunt our food."

"But one less Worker, we need you to cook food!"

"I always burn everything. Remember the rabbit meat that tasted like ashes? I made that." Ferretpaw protested, trying to get her way, but Mineralstar still wasn't sure whether to let her train to become a Warrior.

He looks like he was trying to think of a nice comeback for a little while. "But that was when you were ten! That was two years ago!"

"And yesterday night? The burnt squirrel meat? I made that!" Ferretpaw feels as if Mineralstar was getting more convinced. She grins.

"So, may I train to become a Warrior? I will bother you if you say no!"

He hesitates. "Um— Sure. I will tell Rootfoot... You're dismissed..." She bounds out giddily. Warrior training once she gets her mentor!

She sits down on a stone-made bench and watches everyone. An angry — I mean, a very angry — Fawnleg approaches her. "Where. Were. You?" She growls.

"Talking to Mineralstar," Ferretpaw responds smoothly. "Y'know, official business. Oh, and you lost your apprentice. Sorry. I'm going to be a Warrior."

Fawnleg's mouth dropped very low. "Wha? — Uh — B-bye...?" She was red like she was just embarrassed really badly. Fawnleg scurries off.

"ATTENTION, ATTENTION ALL CLANNERS!" Rootfoot's booming voice echoes through camp. "Ferretpaw is to become a Warrior apprentice. Mineralstar shall mentor her."

"What?"

"How?"

"She's a SHE!"

Protests rang around camp. Ferretpaw, however, was proud of herself.

Who's the one who should stop ranting now, Fawnleg?

Ferretpaw wrecks two adults?! Woooooo. Now stuff gets interesting in the next few chapters or so... Comment what you think! Buhh bye!

- Chocolate Magical Dinosaur