Appledusk's Chance || UNDERGOING EDITING

Chapter 8》A quarrel and visiting Creeknose

      It had been almost a whole quarter moon since the Battle Over Sunning Rocks. Everytime Applepaw passed the large sun-warm stones, ThunderClan cats seemed to be always basking on them. Mocking the patrol as they passed by. It made his fur prickle.
    He hadn't seen Maplepaw yet, sunning herself on the rocks, something deep inside was making him glad he hadn't though he couldn't figure out why. It was just some odd feeling he had.

Applepaw could now fully understand why all of his clanmates detested the mole-faced, mouse-brained warriors on the over side of the river.

Applepaw took a bite of the squirrel, it wasn't his catch it was actually Beepaw's. The dark tabby brought it home proudly. Frostfoot had purred lously, pride swelling through the former queen as she praised her kit.
After it sitting on top of the pile for a little while, Applepaw grabbed it and began to eat. Beepaw noticed and rather shyly asked if they could share it together, so now, he was sharing it with Beepaw.
Applepaw wasn't as used to the warm, furry squirrel as he was with the cool, scaley fish he usually ate, and he didn't like the taste of the squirrel either. But he wouldn't dare tell that to Beepaw. Not after how happy he looked when he had brought it back to camp.

He had woken up at sunrise, his schedule have had changed drastically over the quarter-moon of intense training from Rainwhisker.

His mind wandered to when the first snowfall of the season happened, he remembered how chilling the snow was as he and Spikekit played around in it. It was also the day he and all his denmates, plus Darkshadow and Milkfur, all became very important parts of the clan. He also had his first taste of mouse.
He took another awkward bite of the squirrel, forcing a purr as Beepaw looked at with a happy grin. He returned it halfheartedly, swallowing hard. Trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

It was weird.
He loved the taste of the mouse but squirrel? He nudged the furry prey away, watching as Beepaw ripped into the squirrel hungrily.

He looked away, scanning the clan. The air was still slightly chilly but, Leaf-bare was leaving just as quickly as it came. Which was a bit surprising, as only a few days ago another snowfall had taken place, covering the entire camp in a cold, powdery white blanket of snow. He remembered how a large clump of snow fell right onto the back of Icepaw's neck yesterday morning. Now, the snow was just melting away. Now just slush and puddles that surrounded the camp and territory.

  Icewhisker was padding towards the nursery, tangy leaves clamped in his jaw as he trotted swiftly past Darkshadow and Milkfur; the two young warriors chatting quietly but looking happy.
  Milkfur then suddenly stood up and demonstrated a move, Darkshadow purred and pushed her denmate over with a shove. Milkfur fell over, looking up with a playful hiss before scrambling to her small paws and cuffing the tall black she-cat around the ears. Before long the two molly's trotted out of the camp, laughing and purring together.
    Foxclaw and Harethroat sat in a corner of camp, talking in hushed mews. Foxclaw chuckled at something Harethroat had said while Harethroat rolled his eyes, his whiskers twitching with amusement.
  Rippleheart stood near the exit of camp, preparing to lead a patrol out of camp with Petalfoot, Silverfern, Birdpaw and Dawnpaw. Sloefur flicked her tail in greeting to Applepaw and Beepaw before entering the Warriors' Den.
  Icewhisker padded out of the nursery, speaking over his shoulder before he padded across the sandy camp clearing, and disappeared back into his den.

Ebonystream stumbled slightly out of the nursery, smiling half-heartedly before looking around camp. When she couldn't find whatever she was looking for, she went back into the nursery. Her face falling.