Fernpaw scoffed and licked her fluffy neck fur. What a bizarre accusation! "I would never do that to my sweet sister, Lionpaw! What were you thinking?"
The golden cat looked down at his paws. Maybe Fernpaw didn't kill Honeypaw. After all, good deeds run in our family. He tried to shake off the suspicious vibe he was getting from Fernpaw. "Well, didn't you say you had a patrol to go on? I bet Sorrelface is waiting." Fernpaw dipped her head and dashed off to the camp to meet with her mentor.

Lionpaw laid drowsily in the warm sunlight, flicking his tail back and forth. His eyelids felt heavy and his eyes darted back and forth. It was new-leaf, getting close to green-leaf, and everyone was stocking up on prey. Suddenly, he saw Fernpaw sneaking towards the fresh-kill pile with some red berries laid on her back. Concerned, he called out, "Hey Fernpaw! Whatcha doin'?" He tried to maintain a calm and lazy air as he strolled towards the suspicious cat.
"N-nothing! I was just..um.." Fernpaw shuffled her paws as Lionpaw's gaze raked her back.
"What're those?"
"They are my CROCS." Fernpaw replied gravely.
She ducked her head as Lionpaw's eyes sharpened to a cold stare. "Were you trying to frame me again?"
"Um, yes? No?" Fernpaw slowly backed away, eyes flicking, not knowing which answer would get her killed faster. Lionpaw then drew back his stare, and stalked away, a million thoughts jumbling in his head.
This incident led more to his suspicions that Fernpaw was trying to frame him in order to get attention and love. He didn't blame Fernpaw; their mother had always hated the runt of the litter. Although Fernpaw wasn't small anymore (quite large, 'twas must know), their mother couldn't get rid of image of the tiny ball of fur whining and suckling at Goldenpelt's belly. Lionpaw knew Goldenpelt just felt that so annoying. He'd always been told that Honeypaw and Lionpaw were so obedient when they were kits, compared to Fernpaw. Lionpaw was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize it was sun-down already. He immediately raced down the hill to the camp where cats were already starting to share tongues.

A/N:
Trying some sick author notes, y'know what I mean? Also, I feel like it would be interesting to write a sequel to this, Fernpaw's perspective, since y'all gonna hate on Fernpaw after this story is done- have some sympathy for Fernpaw and hear her side of the story?