A young tortoiseshell she-cat with cream padded around the camp, looking at her paws in disappointment. None of her friends became apprentices with her so she felt rather lonely to be honest. She didn't want to ever admit it otherwise Jackdawkit would bother her about it and maybe tease her too. She gave a soft huff but she couldn't help it. Smokekit and Duck-kit... they looked happy but... she could see how they looked at her that they weren't entirely thrilled either. The same with her brother, Nettlekit. Oh, it was obvious that being the sister and ranking up to an apprentice without your brother would obviously upset him. She felt terrible since she had unintentionally isolated her friends from herself. What kind of friend was she? Her pale blue eyes watered as she just watched her paws become blurry in her vision.
"Hey! Are you ok?" Silverpaw called trotted ove