Mean~3

Instructions

        "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath Highrock for a Clan meeting!"         Vinekit practically burst out of the nursery, bubbling with excitement as she bounded towards Highrock. But, then her steps faltered. Wait a minute... She frowned. It wasn't her turn to be apprenticed it was... It was Thornkit's. She sat down with an exasperated huff of annoyance. Her mother sent her a cold glare her before turning back to washing Brightkit's fur, because StarClan forbid there to be a single hair out of place. As she focused back on High Rock, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. It was always. 'Vinekit, stop that!' 'Vinekit, come here!' 'Vinekit, you'll hurt your sister!' 'Vinekit, can't you be more like Brightkit?'. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, staring down at her paws. No. Absolutely no way would she let her monster of a mother make her cry. Absolutely not. Gritting her teeth, she looked back up, just in time to see Thornkit-Well, Thornpaw now-get apprenticed to Lionheart.         Lucky. She thought to herself. Creekpaw-Another very new apprentice, hadn't been so lucky and had gotten Lionheart's snappy younger brother, Viperblade. She hoped she would get a good mentor when it was her turn. Ducking her head to hide her yawn, she froze, tasting something in the air. She didn't know what it was but it smelled... well, bad. Not good. Not friendly. Immediately she turned to her mom as the meeting began to dismiss.         "Mama, I smell something and I don't think it's-"         "Hush, Vinekit. Why don't you-you go play hide and seek or something? Have you seen your sister?"         Vinekit swallowed. Yes, she had seen her sister. Brightkit was stalking a leaf by the entrance of camp, but why wouldn't her mom just listen to her for once? She opened her mouth to say what, she didn't know, but her mother was already turning away, padding off to look for her sister. She growled, tail lashing as she glared after the retreating form of her mother. Suddenly, she felt a presence at her side and turned to see Nightkit.         "What is it?" The black she-kit asked softly, eyes concerned.         "I smell something." Vinekit huffed. "And it doesn't smell good."         Nightkit frowned, lifting her own nose to the air and sniffing. Immediately, her eyes widened and she turned to the nearest warrior around. Russettail.         "Russettail, Vinekit and I smell something and it smells bad! Like, it could hurt someone bad!"         Russettail, a young and ambitious new warrior frowned, smelling the air for himself. He gasped, horror flashing in his eyes. "Fox!" He yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in camp. "Fox heading straight for camp!"