We are the reckless, we are the wild youth [closed - miniplot]

Fernpaw was grumpier than usual. The gathering left a bitter taste in her mouth and she was pissed at Shadowclan and their constant harassment towards Windclan. At first, she was uninstered in meeting the other clan but now the she-cat was reluctant too. If all the other clans were as apathetic and inconsiderate with their neighbours... maybe she should be preparing herself to be as hostile as them. "Oh..." The apprentice's trail of thought was interrupted when the patrol finally arrived at their destination: the border of Riverclan and Windclan territory, the Gorge. It was her first time here and she looked at the view with wide eyes. Down the ravine, the rushing river that Riverclan cats loved so much could be seen. Fernpaw didn't understand why they could enjoy it so much. It was wet, cold and uncomfortable to wear on your pelt. The small she-cat approached the border of the gorge and looked down, searching for any Riverclan cat. "Seems that we are alone today." She mewed while looking back at the other apprentices: Sootpaw, his brother Aspenpaw and Rosepaw, who was way older than them. According to what she heard, the missing she-cat was a former apprentice of Windclan who recently returned after many moons.

The sun was still high and Fernpaw didn't want to go home yet. Instead, the fiery she-cat was more inclined to violence than usual. She wanted to learn how to fight so that one day she could defend her clan from other cats... especially Shadowclan ones. What happened Batsong said could not be ignored and Fernpaw wasn't going to let her words go to waste. "We should spar here and show those fish-eaters that the future of Windclan isn't going to let them step on us like Shadowclan!" The apprentice chirped excitedly, looking with bright eyes at her friend Sootpaw. Fernpaw hoped he would support her on her idea. She could use his advice, just like when they were hunting.

OOC: you know the song "youth"? :D

Since the gathering, Fernpaw had been even more eager to prove her skills in fighting. Sootpaw couldn't help but be worried; picking fights was never a good thing. Hadn't Windclan caused enough trouble? He had been horrified when Batsong accused Nightstar and Mottledstar of having kits. Even if all her accusations were true, why destroy an otherwise peaceful gathering to cause nothing but chaos? She had solved nothing, and only gotten the other clans to hate Windclan.

At Fernpaw's suggestion, the fur along his spine rose. What did Riverclan have to do with Shadowclan. Sootpaw was about to scold the younger she-cat, but at the sight of her bright eyes the tom melted and resigned to his fate. "Okay," He signed, flicking his tail as he stepped back to get ready for an attack.