Bored in Campeleo~

Snowpaw was out one sunny morning when she decided she wanted to chat with another apprentice, Rustpaw? No, he was always busy, as far as she knew. Nightpaw? No way! Cedarpaw? Why not. She padded into the apprentice's den, and looked to see if Cedarpaw was there, "Cedarpaw?" she whispered, looking for the tom.

Nightpaw lifted her head. She had been sleeping tired from her assessment. "What do you want?" She asked. If she was calling for Nightpaw, She was going to flip. Looking at the time, the she-cat got up and stretched.

Snowpaw hissed inwardly. "Not you, Nightpaw!" she said, "Cedarpaw!" she said.

Nightpaw looked around. "Don't see him." She mewed simply. She licked her paw and drew it over her ear. Why did Snowpaw want to talk to Cedarpaw? She snorted with laughter as she stretched. "Why do you need to talk with him?" She smiled.

Snowpaw hissed at Nightpaw. "Some things are private. You don't see me asking about you and Rustpaw." she said, then walked off. "Cedarpaw?" she whispered, poking her head n the elder's den.

Nightpaw rolled her eyes and continued groomed her coat, Poofing from this crazy topic.

Rustpaw looked up, having been awake the whole time. He yawned and padded out, flicking his tail. It brushed Snowpaw's flank, and he turned to look at her with contempt.
"You don't have to be like that." he half muttered half hissed before padding forward to the fresh-kill pile.

Snowpaw spun around and nearly clawed Rustpaw's cheek. "Well, you spend way to much time with her. Besides, I hate her." she hissed, "It looks like Cedarpaw's vanished. I guess I'm going to go out in the territory, alone" she growled.

Rustpaw turned around.
"And why do you hate her?" He paused, knowing exactly why. But, as he had grown away from Snowpaw due to her odd hate, he hissed out loudly, smiling evilly.
"Jealous?"

Snowpaw hissed. "I am not! I did only once, but then I found out your a cold-brained mouse!" she hissed, "I'd kill you right now if you weren't my clan-mate." she growled, then ran off quickly.

Rustpaw raced after her. He'd found a short-cut before, and he took it off path. He soon popped out in front of her, cornering her between thick pines and himself.
"Explain." he stated simply, in no mood for fanciful words.

Snowpaw unsheathed her claws. "Never." she hissed. "Some things are private. she said, even colder than before. She sheathed her claws, and since she did have very powerful legs, she lept over Rustpaw, and ran into the territory, her scent being masked by the rain that began to fall. She didn't care if she was wet or dry, she just wanted to get away from the cold-brained mice in the clan.

OOC- Seriously. Explain the cold-brained mouse thing. .-.

ooc: She's just mad... x3 Mad that she won't get to have kits, since she was looking forward to it, and she saw that Rustpaw likes Nightpaw more. :3

OOC-*cough*IfSnowpawwasn'tsuchanarseanduptightallthetimehemightlikehermore*cough*