The moon rose high into the sky.
Fernkit snarled as Treepaw walked past.
"What're you snarling about?" He hissed. "I'm only heading out to do battle training. Meanwhile, you have to stay in camp, not talking to anyone."
"I can talk to whoever I want." Fernkit growled.
"But will anyone want to talk to you, twoleg toy?"
Fernkit sighed. She couldn't say anything. To the rest of the clan, she killed Owlkit.
But I didn't!
"You poor, poor kittypet. What ever will you ever do? Run back to your twolegs?"
"Shutup!" She shouted. "Or do you want another split ear?"
The tabby tom lashed his tail. "You-"
Fernkit jumped, catching him completely off guard.
He quickly recovered and ducked to avoid her blows. She hooked his paws, but couldn't get him to fall.
They both stood and circled each other.
"Moonclan cat!" She snarled, hoping to insult him as badly as she could.
As if summoned, the same scent she'd smelled yesterday filled the camp.
"Hey Treepaw." She snarled. "Your mangy clanmates are here."
Treepaw caught the scent. "Moonclan! Moonclan cats in my camp!"
"It's not 'your' camp, you dirty excuse for a rat." Fernkit growled as Moonclan spilled in. "You have a brain smaller than a bee."
"How can you be throwing insults at a time like this?" Treepaw screeched. "Stonestar! Come quickly!"
"Mangy beetle." Fernkit snarled. A tom lunged at her, but teeth met her scruff and pulled her back just in time for the tom to whisk past her as she was pulled into the safety of a den.