An Aspen in Camp. :D

Aspen yawned. The sun was setting, and he was on one of the patrols, considering he had to do so. These cats were really irking him, glaring constantly at him. He licked his shoulder, and made his way to his nest.

Sparrowpaw padded into camp, placing a small fish down in the fresh-kill pile and catching the pelt of Aspen. She slit her eyes, her gaze burning into him suspiciously.

Aspen glanced at her, nodding slightly, as if to show her he was innocent. He high, resting his head on his paws.

Emeraldpaw was sitting across the camp, staring at Aspen. She had been for awhile now.

"Sleepystar trusts you, but do you have to stay in camp?" She called, wrinkling up her nose. "Your stench won't stop sticking up the place!"

Aspen blinked at her. "It is like a kit to think everything other than their home scent is foul." he murmured.

Sparrowpaw fluffed her pelt up, suddenly offended. "Who are you callin' a kit?!"

Emeraldpaw silently watched them both, then got distracted by a butterfly.

"You. you sure look like one." he stated, grinning slyly. "What are you? 7 moons?"

"Hey quit your yelling! Some people are trying to sleep here." Pantherpaw grumbled, stepping out of the apprentice's den. He noticed his sister's fur puffed up, so he shook the tiredness away and rushed to her side.

"You picking on my sister?" he meowed, but some hostility to his voice. He glared at Aspen, and began sheathing and unsheathing his claws. Sleepystar trusts him...don't hurt him... he told himself.

Sparrowpaw's blue eyes flared off with anger, she padded past Emeraldpaw. "And you look... no, you are a filthy, mangled fox-heart. Why are you even here?" Her eyes shot at Pantherpaw for a moment. It was nice for him to have her back, but she didn't need his help.

Aspen frowned. "She started it..." he said in a kittish tone, because he was too pretty young; only about 15 moons.

"Nu-uh!" Sparrowpaw shot back in an equally childish manner.

Moonfrost watched from the shade of the warriors den. Sleepystar had told her to keep an eye on Aspen, and she intended to do so. As she looked at him, no angry was in her eyes, only curiosity.

"Yu-huh." Aspen hissed. "I recall you ambling over commented on how I smell."