The wind carried the scent of rain, and the sun had disappeared behind clouds. And the last thing Leafpaw wanted to do was get her fur wet, Speckledfoot told her that she would start battle training today and she was not looking forward to having her very first training session in the rain.
"Birchkit, what did I tell you about sneaking out of camp" scolded a queen from the nursery. Leafpaw turned to see Vinetail one of the queens from the nursery scolding a kit. Her white tabby pelt was ruffled and her eyes dull with exhaustion, the kit only bowed his head in shame and walked back into the nursery. Leafpaw saw a glimmer of amusement in Vinetails eyes as she watched the kit walk back into the nursery. Vinetail must have realized that Leafpaw was watching because her gaze flickered over to where Leafpaw was sitting, Leafpaw turned her head away quickly.
Warriors started to flood into camp from dawn patrols, she saw her father Mudwhisker carrying a vole into camp. She noticed that the other warriors kept as far away from him as they could when they walked into camp. Mudwhisker had just sat down to eat his vole when Waspwhisker one of the elders padded up to him.
" I need my pelt checked for ticks and the elders den needs new bedding" he announced dryly. He stared at Mudwhisker disapproval clouded his gaze, his thick brown fur was perfectly clean and well kept.
He just wants to punish Mudwhisker for what he did she thought frustrated by the thought of Waspwhisker's smirk when Mudwhisker was busy searching for ticks in his thick fur. Waspwhisker probably had already been checked for ticks last sunrise, she wished she could give that elder a good cuff over the ear. Mudwhisker seemed to think the same, because he sank his long claws into the ground. But he turned around and followed Waspwhisker into the elder's den.
Leafpaw stifled a sigh, why did Meadow have had to be a rogue. Why could she not have been a clan cat then she would not have to face the struggle that they would have to face to prove loyalty.