Smallowl
Perhaps it was mean but Smallowl didn't have the patience. About 10 minutes after Mintpaw left he got fed up waiting and bailed out, heading to camp. Many told him he was not right to mentor and pointed out his flaws. The number one thing always being his size. It wasn't his fault for being so small. Mintpaw was almost his height already. He silently hissed to himself all the way back to camp.
Seeing that the kit drama was still happening he went over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a mouse. His belly was much smaller then the other cats and this would fill him up for a while. With the thoughts of kits his mind drifted towards Snowflake. He groaned and covered his ears from all the voices and bickering. He didn't envy to be one of those kits but he could relate. Yet he didn't want to think of that. His mood eventually got the better of him. "Can we not agree to disagree!?" he snapped. It was towards no one in particular. It was just towards the voices.
Wolfpaw
Wolfpaw was stunned for a second. She didn't know the she-cat was once a rouge. She quickly found her voice again. "But you never threaten me!" she hissed and stalked off.
She decided she would try to hunt. But she was still quite a new apprentice and caught not even a whisker. She sighed in frustration and stopped at a puddle to lap up some water. After she finished her eyes drifted to her reflection. She hated how she looked. She wish she could be a black cat. She would be prettier and much better at hunting. She remembered Snowflake once told her that she was lucky that she wasn't blind. Apparently blue eyed cats with white fur had a very big chance. Wolfpaw purred at the thought of how fortunate she was to not be blind. Then her attention drifted back towards food. "Oh Starclan! Why cant you make it rain food!?" she wailed and then...
wham! A dead mouse suddenly hit her painfully right in the face with a loud noise, spraying her with crimson drops. She let a surprise squeak as the mouse fell to the ground. The body was still fresh and warm. Her eyes took in the sight of the blood on her fur. It look startling when layered on her fur. She stared at her fur, lost in thought until a voice ranged out. "Are you going to eat that?" it ask. She turned and jumped to see a cat next to her. She must have been in deep thought for a stranger to get this close. "Good day Miss, my name is Maxwell! A fine day, no?" he ask with a sharp gleam in his eyes.