Heart of the Fluft

Something was being extraordinarily loud in camp recently. Usually loud was something that Salamanderpaw liked, as it usually involved her, but this specific loud had ears and a tail and was not Salamanderpaw.

This irritated her to no end. Chaos should not be happening without her approval— in fact, unapproved chaos should result in Salamanderpaw storming into that StarClan-forsaken nursery and giving that kit a piece of her mind. Apparently the little twerp’s name was Twigkit, which was a stupid name. A stupider name than Salamanderpaw, at least, which was a little reassuring; she still held a grudge against her father for that one. Salamanderpaw was pretty sure her mother named her siblings. Who named poor Twigkit? They should be punished.

Twigkit had just been a regular, run of the mill annoyance until recently, when they started to run around squealing infernally at the crack of dawn, waking Salamanderpaw up from her sleep. Her alotted, beloved sleep.

That meant war. Simple as that!

Stomping out of the apprentice den with a fiery determination, Salamanderpaw’s bright green eyes quickly landed on a squirmy, familiar little face. ”You!” she shrieked, barreling towards the kit. They had a warrior Salamanderpaw didn’t recognize with them, but that was nowhere near enough to phase her— consequences aside, she was going to lay down what that little kit had coming! ”Come here, you! When I’m done with you, you’re not gonna know which was is up!”

Salamaderpaw made a sound halfway between a groan and a yowl, mottled paws scrambling to stop her from barreling straight into the she-cat’s chest. She had really been hoping that this warrior would stay out of it– a stupid hope, Salamanderpaw realizes in retrospect, but a hope nonetheless. Now she was going to be ratted out by a warrior, and then she was going to get ratted out by her parents, and maybe even stupid Murkyripple too, because she was Mottlestar’s daughter. In an instant, Salamanderpaw’s target changed– She had no idea who this she-cat was, what she did, or how much power she held, but she was going to give her every little bit of what she had coming from Salamanderpaw!

”Excuse me?!” Salamanderpaw roared, managing to come to a full stop right in front of Sycamoreblossom. ”Don’t you know who that kit is! They’ve been terrorizing this clan for moons now! I can’t stand it anymore! And besides, I wasn’t gonna hurt ‘em, just give ‘em a piece of my mind! Some of us like our sleep around here!”