chapter two
splashpaw! splashpaw! ravenheart exclaimed. will you hunt with me?
splashpaw! let's patrol together!
splashpaw! splashpaw! splashpaw!
It was the middle of the morning, but the black spotted-pretty she-cat felt like it was early, early early in the morning. toms were crowding around her so much that she could not even see grasspaw rolling her eyes at them, but she knew she was doing it all the same. It was something her sister did alot these days, ever since splashpaw had gone from "aww, such a cute kitten" to "OH MY STARCLAN THAT APPRENTICE IS SOO GORGEOUS!" or at least that's how her mother put it.
bramblestorm, her main "suitor" as grasspaw would say, was probably the most annoying. last moon he invited splashpaw on a walk, but she said she was hunting. then a couple of weeks ago, he tried to get her to patrol with him, but the apprentice said she was tired. and last night he wanted to share a mouse with the pretty little she-cat, but she said she had a bellyache and went to lye down. so this morning when he walked up to splashpaw and asked her to hunt with him, she literally yelled,
OH MY STARCLAN, CAN'T YOU EVER LEAVE ME ALONE? I MEAN, LAST MOON YOU "repeat of exactly what just happened" AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO HUNT WITH YOU? JUST EXCEPT IT! YOU'RE NOT MY TYPE!
acording to the rules of yelling, bramblestorm should have been shouting by now, but the tom just hung his head and walked away, tail drooping. splashpaw actually felt bad for him for a second, but she brushed it away with the fact he would just be back tomorrow, hopes remade. for now, splashpaw had other problems to worry about.
she padded over to grasspaw. what's wrong, sis? splashpaw mewed. but grasspaw just rolled her eyes. oh, don't act like the caring older sister, she snapped. we were born into the same litter!
splashpaw felt shocked. normally, her sister was not this harsh, but today it had just come pouring out. and looking down on grasspaw, talented and brave but unpopular, she felt several pangs of pity and guilt. ever since toms had begun to hang out with her, she and the silver gray she-cat had spent less and less time together. worst of all, splashpaw knew that ever since they were kits, grasspaw had had a secret crush on bramblestorm. so when she found out he liked her sister, grasspaw blamed her. why can't he like me? she would grumble. just one tom, in the whole clan! all the toms want to be your mate! splashpaw looked around and saw lots of she-cats bugging swiftclaw while he tried to pad away from them, out of camp. they followed.
not all toms, she murmured.