Sparkpaw, a dark gray she-cat, stalked forward through the forest. She flicked her tail as she eyed a plump water vole. Careful... quiet... The vole hadn't spotted her yet as she crept even closer.

Suddenly, a flash of silver descended on the vole. A silver tabby she-cat stood with the vole clenched in her jaws.

"Frostpaw!" hissed Sparkpaw, stepping out from under the bushes. Frostpaw dropped the vole, surprised to see her sister.

"Hi, Sparkpaw."

Sparpaw glared at Frostpaw. "That was my vole!" she growled.

"Now I'll have to catch something else for the elders!" Sparkpaw complained.

"Don't worry, Sparkpaw. All Crowpaw caught was a very old squirrel, Mousepelt hated it," Frostpaw reassured Sparkpaw, naming their brother, Crowpaw, and the very cranky elder Mousepelt. Frostpaw purred. "It was hilarious."

But Sparkpaw continued to glare at her. "Go away!" she snapped. "I need to catch something."

Frostpaw frowned, but said nothing.

Sparkpaw turned away to sniff at some vole fur. She growled, her sister had left bits of fur on the ground. A fox could easily track Frostpaw all the way back to camp! She's so reckless! thought Sparkpaw. She turned back around to glare at her sister. Oh, she'll never change!

Frostpaw had gone, taking the vole with her.

Muttering curses at her sister, Sparkpaw leapt into the undergrowth. She quickly crossed a Twoleg path and scented a rabbit. She crept further into the forest. Suddenly, she spotted the plump rabbit. Aha! thought Sparkpaw. Quickly, she pounced forward and slashed the rabbit's throat with her claws. Sparkpaw picked up the animal and sprinted back through the forest with her prey, all the way to the ThunderClan camp.

< Ah, yes, another horrible chapter! And a bit of STRANGE sibling rivalry! Whoo! - The Author >