Firepaw has been striding around the camp, ears pricked high in satisfaction of getting into the Clan. Graypaw has been a great friend to her, and she had been hanging out with him a few minutes ago. But then, she felt a lingering gaze on her. Firepaw whipped her head around, seeing Sandpaw and Dustpaw snickering and quietly teasing her. Every once in a awhile, they called out a name until Firepaw couldn't take it anymore. She strode up next to them, her lip raising to reveal sharp teeth. "Call me that one more time and you'll find me sleeping in a nest with your mom." Sandpaw and Dustpaw flinched, Firepaw getting toe to toe with Sandpaw. But their faces were still teasing. "Kittypet!" Dustpaw chanted. But Sandpaw was quiet, Firepaw leaning in until they were a hair's length away. Hoping they had been intimidated, she walked off, her tail raised high in satisfaction. Dustpaw kept on calling her a kittypet. But Sandpaw just had a lingering warm feeling in her stomach, eyeing Graypaw enviously when he joined her by her side. They were both laughing together. She decided to talk to Brindleface about it later. Maybe she had the kittypet flu! How scary that would be!
Firepaw finished a conversation with Graypaw as they parted. The ginger she cat decided to talk to the medicine cat to get on friendly terms, maybe. She entered the den, a sweet smell lingering in her nostrils. Then, Firepaw saw what she thought to be an angel: a tortoiseshell she cat with a pretty face and frame, and she smelled like catmint. Her mouth watered, being unable to tear her eyes away. Spottedleaf started. "Hello, how are you doing? Is there something wrong?" Firepaw shook her head. "Nothing. Sorry. Just wanted to talk. I'm doing, fine." She had her eyes stuck onto the she cat in front of her. "Oh, you don't have to apologize, dear. I'm doing good as well." Firepaw's began to turn red. She didn't know what to saw. When she tried to speak the words caught in her throat. "I- uhhhhhhh." Firepaw tripped over her words, Spottedleaf listening intently. "Are you okay?" The fire colored apprentice snapped out of her trance. "Yeah, Yeah. I'm fine. I- have to train." Firepaw didn't want to take her eyes off the beauty in front of her, but she just nodding and walked out. The medicine cats scent cling onto her pelt.
Sandpaw walked into the warriors den in the afternoon, prodding her napping mother with a paw. "Brindleface?" She hissed quietly. Her ears flicked, Brindleface getting up. "Sorry, Sandpaw. What's up?" She looked around the den. "Well... uh, have you ever had this feeling where you feel warm when you think about a feline? Your heart quickens and your face turns red... do I have kittypet fever?!" Brindleface giggles. "Oh, Sandpaw. You're in love!"
The sandy colored she cat flinched. "Ew! No way!" Sandpaw scrambled out of the den.
Firepaw has just finished a training session with Graypaw and Lionheart. It was harder than she thought. Walking over to the prey pile, she picked out a fat mouse for her and Graypaw to share. They both devoured the mouse hungrily, shaking out their fur. "Wanna go for a walk?" He asked, flicking his tail. Firepaw nodded quickly, getting up and following the gray apprentice into the forest. She also saw Ravenpaw, another friend of theirs, tag along. This was her group of friends and she was satisfied with it!