A/N: Okay, forget what I said last time. I'll update when I very well feel like it. TAKE THAT ORDERLY…um…THINGS!
Chapter 4, Full Moon.
Just two days later, the moon was full and some of the cats were off to the Gathering. Icekit was sitting outside the nursery, staring gloomily up at the silver sphere.
"What's the matter?"
Icekit spun around to see Mosspaw coming up to her nervously. She glared at him. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the Gathering, with all the other apprentices and warriors."
"Lionsky, Thornfur, Snowpelt, Tigermask, Shinestar, Squirreltail, Mouseshadow, Hawkface, Honeybadger, Leopardheart, Blackpaw, Skypaw, Spottedpaw, Jaypaw, Rockpaw and Stormpaw." Mosspaw named half the Clan like he had worked for weeks memorizing them.
"Yeah," Icekit said grudgingly, "I thought you would be with all of them."
Mosspaw looked at her sheepishly. "So did I," he said, "but I got in trouble today. I accidentally put some wet moss in the elders den, so they didn't let me go."
"Who, the elders?" Icekit didn't know they had the authority to do something like that.
"No, Shinestar." Mosspaw was scuffing the ground with his paw. He looked embarrassed. If Icekit wasn't mad at him, she probably would have dropped it.
But she was.
"You got in that much trouble for just putting some wet moss in the elders den?" She said mockingly, "Wow, it must have been really soaked. How could you not have noticed that it was wet?" She smirked at him, daring him to answer.
He shrugged. "I don't know, I just didn't. Now, are you going to tell me why you were looking at the moon just now like you were going to murder it?" Mosspaw looked at her inquisitively.
Hmm, she thought, change the subject. Very sneaky. "Take a wild guess." she said sadly, putting her head on her paws.
"You're mad cause you're not going to the Gathering?" Mosspaw lied down next to her.
"Wow," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I didn't think you would ever guess. Of course I'm mad! I should be at the Gathering tonight!"
"Yeah, you should," Mosspaw said comfortingly, "but so should I. I'm not that mad." Icekit glared at him.
"At least you're an apprentice." She told him, "You can go hunting, and practice actual fighting moves, and go on border patrol. I don't even get to change the moss in the elders den. Which, I'd like to add, I could do better then you, apparently."
Mosspaw laughed. "Yeah, you probably could." They sat in silence for a bit, then Mosspaw spoke, "You know, I am really sorry about ignoring you like that. I was a jerk, and you're probably right to be mad."
Icekit sighed. "I'm not mad," she admitted to herself as much as Mosspaw, "just frustrated. I really wanted to be an apprentice."
"You will be one, eventually." Mosspaw nudged her paw with his. "I better go to sleep now." He said, getting up. "I have hunting practice first thing tomorrow. There's something for you to be thankful for, no early morning practice!" he walked off to the apprentices den. Icekit just lay there for a while, smiling into the dark, happy that Mosspaw and her were friends again.