I kind of wrote chapter 1 and disappeared but I'm back and I'm going to keep writing this story! I really like it and I want it to go somewhere!

Chapter 2

Lilypaw had been trying to fall asleep for ages, but it was no use. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Sedgepaw snickering at her.

"You're just an orphan with no one to love you except a fake mother who you stole," the she-cat had mewed to her during battle training. Then Kestrellight had shown up, and Lilypaw had 'flipped out'. Until today, she hadn't known sitting at the edge of the training clearing and waiting until the other apprentices stopped being dramatic was defined as flipping out. Robinpaw, Redpaw, and Nightpaw had told the story just how Sedgepaw wanted them to, of course. The three of them were clearly mouse brained.

Lilypaw, however, was not mouse brained. She had always known how her father felt about her, and she knew how he felt about her mother. The one thing she wondered was how her mother would feel about Kestrellight if she was still alive.

...

Lilypaw sat in the clearing, her tail wrapped around her paws. The sun had risen and all the mentors had come to get their apprentices to go on patrol, hunt, or battle train. By the time sunhigh came, she was the only apprentice who hadn't left camp. Petalflame had probably forgotten about her. Her mentor had seemed unsure of how to handle an apprentice yesterday. As cats padded around the clearing, she kept her chin up. She wasn't going to give any cat the satisfaction of thinking she was nervous. Lilypaw saw a shadow from the corner of her eye and realized Petalflame was trotting over to her. The light gray tabby's pelt was still ruffled from sleep and she seemed distracted.

"Lilypaw!" Petalflame called as she got close. "We're going hunting. We're going to join a patrol of some of the other apprentices." She waved her tail at her apprentice and continued past her, not pausing to finish explaining what they were doing.

Rolling her eyes, Lilypaw got up and bounded after her, stretching each leg as she stepped. She'd been sitting still, waiting, for a long time. "Yeah, sure, it's not strange that you were in your den until sunhigh," she muttered, too softly for the she-cat to hear her.

Petalflame ran through the forest quickly, and Lilypaw struggled to keep up. Her short legs took strides only half the size of her mentor's, and her still kit-soft pelt snagged on thorns and twigs. They were taking small paths deeper into the forest that obviously weren't used as often as the main paths. When they finally emerged onto a wider trail, Petalflame dropped back to a walk. She cast a glance at her apprentice and frowned.

"Fix your fur," she mewed. "You look like a walking bramble bush."

Lilypaw resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She could've pointed out that Petalflame, too, had several thorns stuck in her pelt. Instead she muttered, "yes, Petalflame," and started to clean her fur.

By the time she had finished smoothing her pelt, they were approaching a patrol that consisted of Sootpaw, his mentor Goldensplash,and a ginger tom whose name Lilypaw didn't remember. Goldensplash had been demonstrating a hunter's crouch to Sootpaw, but she stood and shook out her fur when she saw the two she-cats approaching.

"Petalflame, I would advise you to be a little more punctual in the future," she mewed in a clipped voice. Her eyes raked over them and she looked irritated.

Given what Lilypaw knew about her mentor so far, she expected Petalflame to react to Goldensplash's comment with her own opinion. However, Petalflame just nodded and flattened her ears, her eyes darting briefly to the other cat.

"Good, that's sorted then," the ginger tom meowed. "Let's get on with the patrol so we can get back to camp before the sun sets."

"Of course you would be so desperate to get done with this patrol, Nettlestrike," Petalflame blurted out.

What does she mean by that? Lilypaw wondered. She glanced quickly at Sootpaw, but he looked equally confused.

Nettlestrike just rolled his eyes and turned around, reminding every cat that he was leading the patrol. "Maybe I wouldn't have to be if you actually respected my decisions," He muttered after a few moments of silence. "At least my version of 'moving on' isn't having flings with every tom in the clan."

Petalflame visibly flinched. "It's not my fault our relationship fell to pieces," she murmured. Then she slowed down to let the rest of the cats go in front of her, so that she was at the back of the patrol.

...

Lilypaw returned to camp with a fluffy squirrel hanging from her jaws. Her eyes glowed with pride. "Lilypaw! You caught a squirrel!" Cinderskip purred, bounding over to the group of cats.

Lilypaw nodded. "It's my first catch!" she said excitedly.

"I caught two mice," Sootpaw scoffed as he stalked past her. Cinderskip gave her son a quick glance, not seeming very excited. Lilypaw always felt bad when she saw how much Cinderskip favored her. She didn't really know why, especially since she wasn't Cinderskip's real daughter, but she assumed that somewhere in her adoptive mother's heart was the feeling that Lilypaw was her daughter, even if it wasn't biological.

"The squirrel looks delicious," Cinderskip continued. "Do you want to share it?"

Lilypaw hesitated, looking at the rest of the apprentices who were all hanging out together. She had wanted to sit with them, but now she felt too nervous. "Yeah, sure," she mewed. She sat down with Cinderskip and started eating, but her eyes stayed on the other apprentices.

Sedgepaw and Sootpaw were sitting close together, their fur brushing. She felt like her heart was being torn, but she didn't know why. She and Sootpaw had never had the relationship of siblings, friends, or anything else. Sootpaw hates me and I hate him. It doesn't matter who he hangs out with.

Aww, poor Lilypaw! She really has no friends! I'm not evil I promise! Please review it would make me so happy! Hopefully I will keep updating because I don't have to go to school for a couple weeks!