Ghostfur rose from the warriors' den after a good night's rest. She was ready for whatever was ahead of her! Except she didn't like hunting... Or patrolling... She just seemed really distant. She did have an awful kithood, after all. She couldn't really trust anyone anymore.
She spotted the pile of twigs, grass, and leaves she had been working with earlier, fantasizing about creating another one of her inventions. She had woven the grass to make a water-tight container that could transport food and water from place to place. All she had to do was make a handle...
"Hey, you!"
The wire-furred she-cat didn't respond.
"I'm talking to you, you over-sized rat!"
Ghostfur craned her neck to see another cat, much larger than her.
"What the heck are you? A mouse or a cat? I can't quite seem to tell!" the warrior mocked. "And what is this thing?" he stole the invention right from the new warrior's grasp, observing it for a few moments before throwing it to the side. "Some kind of twoleg garbage? What is wrong with you? Good for
nothing rat!"
The bicolor she-cat stared at her paws, tears forming in her eyes.