The soft whisper of pawsteps shook the leaves ever so slightly. White-socked paws wound their way between the trees. They stumbled slightly every so often, this wasn't the terrain they were used to. Soon the pawsteps were replaced by rougher, harder, faster ones. The paws were running full-speed over the land. Soon they were accompanied by the soft chatter of everyday talk and then a kit's shriek.
The paws skidded to a halt and Magnoliapaw looked wildly around for the source of the shriek. She then saw a kit, pinned down by it's sibling, then the sibling laughed and let go of his sister who joined him in laughter. Magnoliapaw scowled at the kit. She didn't need to inturrupt everyone for her stupid kit play-fight. She stalked through the camp, shoving through other apprentices and some warriors.
Eventually she shouldered her way into the apprentices den, holding back tears. She didn't really succeed though as one single tear trickled into her fur. She pulled herself together though. She had just seen the kit's father come out and give his daughter a lick on the head. He had then swept her over to the nursery where her mother was waiting patiently for the kit to suckle along with her siblings. Magnoliapaw had never gotten that treatment. No, her father was too busy with his nose buried in the catnip to care for her.
She clenched her teeth and steeled herself before curling up in the edge of the apprentice's den. Maybe she'd get some catnip out. Even though she hated her father for it, she still ironically does it herself. The violet plant was stuck in the back of the den, where it'd been for....well, a long time. She pressed her nose to it and immediately felt the effect. Her eyelids fluttered and she rolled onto her back, happily swatting at the dust. All her worries had just....disappeared. The dust looked like little mice to her. They were floating around in mid-air, tinted golden in the sunlight.
Finally she sat up straight, blinking rapidly in the darkening light. She looked around for her catnip. Then she saw it - wadded up into a violet mass and scattered all around the apprentice's den. After scooping it up and realizing it couldn't be used again, she hid it away. Pausing to employ a few, ah, choice words, she swept out of the den, on her search for more catnip.
Magnoliapaw's face fell. Her usual catnip-supply had been picked - most likely by the medicine cats. She growled, cussed again, and flew off the territory. There was one out in the loner territories that she used if she ever had to, and now was one of those times. Around the base of the tree, she saw the catnip and she flew towards it happily.