Sticks in the Mud

Angry Much

POV: Wetpaw

Wetpaw was grumbling curses as he washed his paws off in a puddle in camp from taking ticks off of the elders. And to make the day even worse, as soon as he was done with cleansing his paws of the horrid mouse bile, he bumped into Flickerheart, Blazeburrow behind her. They were WISHCLAN cats. What were Wishclan cats doing in Curlyclan territory!? The Wishclan cats were to stay in Wishclan territory, the Curlyclan cats were to stay in Curlyclan territory, and the Shiveringclan cats were to stay in Shiveringclan territory. The old-fashioned way was always the right way to Wetpaw.
"Oops, sorry didn't mean to bump into you!"
Flickerheart swiftly apologized. Ugh. Wishclan stench. Almost as bad mouse bile.
"Don't do it again."
Wetpaw grumbled, scowling at the Wishclan medicine cat before storming off, causing some of his clanmates to give him a scolding glare, which he ignored.
"Angry much."
Blazeburrow commented in a hushed tone to Flickerheart. Wetpaw ignored that to. The one-eyed tom than went and sat beside Wildheart, who quite literally couldn't give him a scolding for his behavior as he watched what was to happen next. Danglingstar came out of his den and walked over to the two medicine cats, his orange eyes intrigued at what was going on, but also with a hint of suspicion.
"May I ask what you two are doing on Curlyclan territory, and even more so, in Curlyclan camp?"
Danglingstar inquired, tortishell tom waiting expectantly for an answer.
"Shiveringclan is in trouble and Shystar has called an emergency gathering."
Flickerheart explained as Wetpaw snorted.
What trouble? Getting involved with Wishclan so now Shystar has to speak for them?
Wetpaw thought sarcastically, about to say it out loud before stopping himself.
"Very well then...but, may I ask why Shystar has to speak and not Ratstar?"
Danglingstar than asked, looking at the two Wishclan cats.
"It is unsaid but we are assuming that she is dead."
Flickerheart replied.
"Ok then. I will gather Curlyclan together at once and we will go to Pondrocks at once."
He agreed, his voice becoming a twinge more urgent.
"We will go back and tell Shystar you have agreed to an emergency gathering."
Blazeburrow than notified before starting to leave, but stopping.
"Mollies first."
He meowed as Flickerheart sighed and rolled eyes before leading the way out of camp. Wetpaw scoffed at the unnecessary waste of breath.  Danglingstar almost immediately started rounding up all the cats for the gathering. The leader was, as usual, sorting cats by their rank to bring them to the gathering. Deputy and medicine cat(s) always went to the gathering and then in order, Danglingstar would always list whatever elders, warriors, and apprentices he wanted to bring. It NEVER changed. So, in this exact order, he picked: Firestream, Solomnwhisper, Meadowwing, Tanglewing, Maggotwater, Brairburrow, Songflower, Flashbird, and Oddpaw. Wetpaw watched as his clanmates left the clan, relieved he didn't have to go with. Now he could have alone time. Time that he could have to himself with no cat breathing down his neck, pressurized him, or scolding him about something that he did. He was free. And what was he gonna do with that free time? Catch up on some sleep that he hadn't had in at least a week. He padded under the mangrove roots that made up the apprentice's den, curled up on his bed of moss, and squished himself into the most tightly packed irate cat ball he possibly could before squeezing his eyes shut and trying to force himself to go to sleep.