Sharppaw woke up from a training practice in the Dark Forest. He was licking a wound on his leg. Rowandust had trained roughly with him. Rowandust and Wolffang had been training him now, instead of Crowstar. 

Sharppaw glanced at Stormpaw, who was sitting next to him, staring at him intently. "You should go get that checked," She suggested, worry clouding her gaze. She pushed herself to her paws as a call sounded from outside the den. It sounded like Smoky. 

Stormpaw glanced at Sharppaw apologetically and turned to head from the den, her tail flicking.

Sharppaw lifted his head from grooming and pricked his ears. Then he heard a taunting voice behind him. 

"Well, here's the rogue-lover himself!" 

Sharppaw growled in his throat. Frostpaw...

"Where did you get that scratch, huh, Sharppaw? Did you hurt yourself training with the rogues?" Frostpaw taunted.

Sharppaw turned, blinking innocently at her. He smirked. "Well, yes, I have been training with the rogues, like you said," Sharppaw meowed sarcastically.  

Frostpaw bristled at his sarcastic comment. "You're just trying to get more attention," she snorted, flicking her tail.

Sharppaw turned away from her, getting to his paws. "And you're always trying to start drama," He sighed. He pushed from the den and headed to the medicine den. He pushed through the bramble entrance. He was slightly disappointed when he saw that Flamedawn wasn't in there. 

Twistedfoot was pulling out crumpled and dusty herbs from the stores. He turned around as Sharppaw padded into the medicine den, his green eyes shimmering. 

"Hello, Sharppaw. What can I do for you?" The brown tom asked.

"I need.... uh. Can you treat this wound?" Sharppaw murmured. His paws were frozen as Twistedfoot only stared. His eyes followed down Sharppaw's body to his leg, where the scratch was. "Where'd you get that?" He asked, coming closer to inspect the wound. 

"Training with the other apprentices," Sharppaw lied. He felt uncomfortable. Twistedfoot shouldn't be able to tell if he was lying.

Twistedfoot pulled up, his eyes slitted. He sighed as he turned around. He turned around again, cobwebs wrapped around his paw, and marigold in his jaws. "You need to start being more careful, Sharppaw."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Sharppaw's thoughts wondered else where as his wound began to get treated. It's not like I can tell my dream mentors to keep their claws sheathed. He then remembered another apprentice he'd met there. It was a gray tom with black splotches called Darkpaw. 

"Hello? Sharppaw?" 

Sharppaw blinked open his eyes in the gloom. His wound had been treated. He glanced at Twistedfoot. The tom's green gaze dragged away from him.

"Might want to lay off on training exercises for a little bit," Twistedfoot suggested. He turned around again, his tail-tip flicking.

Sharppaw hesitantly turned around and headed outside. Falconflight and Frostpaw were sharing a sparrow in the clearing, while Jaywing and Cloudspark were sharing tongues by the fresh-kill pile. Something caught his eye. 

Fluffypelt and Snowbreeze were arguing in the clearing. They were bristling.

Sharppaw padded closer, pricking his ears. 

"Don't be near me ever again!" Fluffypelt hissed. "All you do is give all your attention to Frostpaw. You've been snapping at Sharppaw ever since he left the nursery. And you act like Lightpaw doesn't exist!" She growled.

Snowbreeze blinked at her. "So? It's not my fault Sharppaw attacks his sister. Dumb flea-pelt trains with the rogues for StarClan's sake."

Sharppaw flinched, feeling as though claws had raked his face. Had his father been hating him ever since his sister started lies?

"You know what? We're done! I'm done!" Fluffypelt hissed. "If you want to start a toxic family, go do so somewhere else. Just not here. I don't even care!" 

"I don't care anymore. It never would've worked out in the first place. You know our son trains with the rogues, Fluffypelt. But you just can't admit it. You give him all the attention." Snowbreeze lashed his tail angrily. His amber gazed searched Fluffypelt's gaze.

Fluffypelt glared at her mate. "He is perfectly loyal to his Clan, and will always be. He's more loyal than you are, Snowbreeze. And you're only making yourself look bad for accusing our son of being a traitor!"

Snowbreeze bared his teeth, flexing his claws. It was clear that the two cats were over.

Lightpaw and Monarchpaw were watching with wide eyes, while Frostpaw and Falconflight were watching; Frostpaw's eyes were shining with amusement. Jaywing was watching close by, anger in her eyes.

Before Snowbreeze could reply, Ambertuft walked up. She rested her tail-tip on his shoulder. "Calm down, Snowbreeze. Why can't you two just work things out?"

Snowbreeze looked as if he was about to lash out at his own sister. Sharppaw bristled, a growl rising in his throat. He would protect his mentor if he had to.

"Enough!" Jaywing, the mother of Snowbreeze and Ambertuft padded towards them, her eyes slitted. "Snowbreeze, either treat your mate and kits with respect or stop being with them. Go take a walk in the forest and calm down," she hissed.

Snowbreeze glared at his mother.

Graystripe slid from the elder's den. "Yes, Snowbreeze, keep your fur on."

Snowbreeze glanced around, as if expecting some cat to back him up. 

Sharppaw flexed his claws. Mouse-brain! He thinks to win an argument he just needs some cat to be on his side! 

Thistlepatch padded up, her violet gaze soft. "Calm down. Maybe Snowbreeze is just still upset about the death of his sister."

Snowbreeze looked gratefully at his sister. "Well I miss her. But it's not that." Snowbreeze then turned around and padded from camp, his tail flicking.

Jaywing hung her head, her eyes cloudy with sadness. "I can't even keep this family together," She murmured.

Sharppaw glanced sympathetically at Ambertuft as she caught his eye. At least Snowbreeze is gone... for now...