Mossy floors {IC/O}

The young brown tabby trudged into camp and deposited a few mice onto the freshkill pile. Whimbrelfur’s whole body was surrounded with a dull ache. She’d been patrolling the northern border for what felt like days but there was still no trace of the prey thieves beyond their scent and leftovers. The whole situation had the young she-cat on edge. A dog would be caught and contained within a few days, they’d been finding torn up prey for nearly two moons.

The camp was serene as ever with cats mostly out on their first hunt of the night or still out in the forest on their last patrol of the day. After the day’s heat spent in the forest the low light and cool shade of the camp was a welcome respite for the tabby, her nest was the only place she wanted to be right now.

A small dappled she-cat dashed past, mouth full of moss. Morningpaw, no doubt the apprentice had finished her tasks and was making up her nest for the night. Except that wasn’t the relaxed gait of a free cat. Whimbrelfur’s eyes narrowed, taking in the few wisps of moss clinging to the undergrowth. She took a step forwards.

“Morningpaw!” Whimbrelfur called. “Come here.”

Morningpaw froze and pricked her ears when her name was called. Someone had spied on her possibly or perhaps someone had seen her sneak away. 'I'm definitely not cleaning that up, if the kits and elders want their moss they can just come out and get it.' The apprentice thought. As she padded over to Whimbrelfur, the dappled feline tried to think of something to say. Her ocean blue eyes were narrowed and she tried her best to act as if she actually did something good. Morningpaw had not done something good, she had made a large mess in the camp and had not bothered to clean it up. "What do you want now Whimbrelfur, I was about to have a well earned rest." She grumbled, twitching her tail impatiently.

Morningpaw wasn't the nicest of cats and she didn't really respect anyone, not even her own mentor. "If you don't like the moss everywhere why don't you go clean it up?"

(In case it's not clear, she's nowhere near done with the lecture, just giving you a chance to interrupt early on)

Whimbrelfur kept her cool by all of a hair’s breadth. Her tail lashed and the back of her neck prickled with anger. A well earned rest? She had to run the words through her mind again just to make head from tail. It seemed she wasn’t mistaken, Morningpaw really did think she had fluff between her ears. Piles of feathers, fur and bones littered the freshkill pile, soiled moss was piled up outside the nursery waiting to be taken out and the new moss had been scattered all over camp. Whimbrelfur would eat her whiskers if Morningpaw had been doing anything apart from enjoying the greenleaf day and contributing to the mess.

The apprentice’s next words did little to cool Whimbrelfur’s temper. It wasn’t her task to clean the camp, especially not messes her apprentice made. Was it too much to ask for that she returned to camp in the state she found it. She closed her eyes and drew in a few deep breaths. It would do no good to show her temper.

“What is the purpose of an apprentice, Morningpaw?” Whimbrelfur said a little too loudly. If the camp could see Morningpaw’s disobedience then by Starclan, they’d hear the lecture. “While hunting, fighting and tracking keep the clan safe and fed the purpose of an apprenticeship is to become a coherent part of the whole that is a clan; to serve rather than to hinder. It is imperative-”

Whimbrelfur stared straight at her apprentice not missing a beat of the lecture. Respect would be had from the apprentice before the night was through.

Morningpaw yawned while her mentor spoke.

The chocolate tortoiseshell rolled her eyes. "I don't really care Whimbrelfur. The life an apprentice is so boring and I don't think it has any purpose!" Morningpaw groaned before sitting down and curling her tail around her body. "No way I'm cleaning this up, find some other cat to do it." She meowed before padding away into the apprentice's den. The chocolate tortoiseshell knew that her mentor would be angry but she did not really care. 

Morningpaw poked her dappled head out of the den. "Oh and also why should I serve this clan. Most of us are like a bunch of kittypets." She quickly added before disapearing back into the den.

(Kinda short, hope this is ok)