It was very cold in the early morning when Snowpaw woke up. The sun had just risen, The next day was apparently an appealing one. After spending the whole day dawdling around in the apprentices' den (not knowing what to do), Arcticpaw and Pebblepaw were going to start training. They lingered around with Snowpaw, waiting for Tundrastar to make some sort of announcement about who their mentors were going to be.
Ivypaw sat a small distance away, glaring ferociously at her sister. It seemed that she had taken her father's side, against the kittypets. Snowpaw shivered, remembering their small argument last night.
"You just talked to kittypets!" Ivypaw had hissed, edging away from Snowpaw as if she was contagious.
"So? What's wrong?" was Snowpaw's cool reply, surprised to find her sister in such an angry mood.
"What's wrong!" Ivypaw's fur stood up, her eyes blazing vehemently. "They're kittypets! The stuck up brats who think everything in the world is perfect because all they have to do is lay around all day sleeping and eating kittypet mush!"
"So? These guys don't want to do that anymore," Snowpaw mewed, her ears flattening. "They want to become warriors now! Like you and me!"
"How can they be warriors if they don't have warrior blood?" Ivypaw growled. "They'll just make this Clan harder to care for! More mouths to feed, more mentors needed… Snowpaw, have you realized that there are only so few cats in our Clan? There won't be enough warriors to hunt, patrol, and care for each other!"
"B-b-but, Arcticpaw and Pebblepaw will soon be help! They'll hunt for our Clan and help patrol every once in a while," Snowpaw took a step back, flinching when her sister hissed again.
"You mean Mikey and Kristy," Ivypaw snarled, putting heavy emphasis on their silly, kittypet names. "They'll probably scare the prey away and then get killed by an enemy patrol!"
Snowpaw gave an anxious mew, not knowing what else to say in defense. Finally, she turned tail and scampered away, ears flattened and her tail hanging low between her legs.
Now, Snowpaw felt bad. She should've said something else before running away. Now it looked like a small war between the two sisters.
"Snowpaw!" a voice called.
Snowpaw cringed at the voice, turning to realize that it was only Bengalclaw.
"I'm to take you, Arcticpaw, and Pebblepaw all on patrol," she announced. "Ivypaw, Ravenwing wants you in her den immediately. She needs you to gather some mouse bile."
Ivypaw made a disgusted face and trotted towards Ravenwing's den. At the last second, she turned her head and glared fiercly at Snowpaw, who shrank submissively.