Envy

Fanfiction by *Ivy 21:04, January 23, 2011 (UTC).

Parallel story to Leaving the Plains.

Mature content. Very mature.

Plot Summary
Ivypaw's just become an apprentice. Normal. But the lazy, older she-cats are bitter when Ivypaw works harder than them. She gets the attention of impressed toms. So, naturally, the resentful apprentices become she-cats. Nasty, nasty she-cats. And, nasty, nasty, NASTY toms.

“Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.”, Erica Jong

Characters
Main:

Ivypaw- cute silver pointed she-cat with gray, then amber-green eyes

Peachpaw- beautiful cream she-cat, green eyes

Snowpaw- white she-cat, blue eyes

Brindlepaw- seal-pointed tom, gray, then amber eyes

Jaypaw- handsome gray tabby with bright blue eyes

Ledgeclan: Doepaw- light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Stagpaw- handsome, golden-brown tabby

Rapidclan: Mountainblaze- white tom with brown tabby patches

Shoneclan: Slatewhisker- tall, pale gray tom

Chapter One
Mousedung!

Ivykit didn't think that the snow would be so... cold. Sticking her tongue out, the she-kit curiously waited for a flake to fall on her tongue.

It didn't.

She waited for a long time.

"Ivykit! What are you doing out in the cold like that?" Ivykit let her tongue slide into her mouth- just as a snowflake passed her muzzle- and was nearly touching noses with her mother. Goldenface lived up to her name. The sea of yellow fur was only disrupted by the two gray eyes that Ivykit and Brindlekit both inherited. And, right now, they were alight with anger.

"Well, answer me!" Opening her jaw, Ivykit then realized that she wasn't going to be allowed an explanation. Goldenface's lecture-mode had begun. "You know that your ceremony is today, and THAT'S cold enough! If you don't be more considerate to catching greencough, that's enough to signify a horrible warrior. And, I cannot BELIEVE you! What if Brindlekit and I catch your cold? That's highly unfair! You are so selfish. You may ruin HIS ceremony! It isn't all about yourself, Ivykit. Honestly, I'm ready to march up to Mangostar and wait until new leaf for you to be apprenticed, if this is how you're going to behave!"

A moon ago, Ivykit would begin to whine and beg for forgiveness. But now, the 6-moon-old kit had gotten used to Goldenface's threats. This was the way she was taught to discipline kits, and it wasn't affective. Well, to Ivykit, anyway, Brindlekit still sank to his knees when he was told off.

"I'm sorry, mother," Ivykit mewed sincerely, nevertheless. "I will try to be more thoughtful with my actions."

Narrowing her eyes, Goldenface muttered something like, "Don't give me that mousedung," and stalked into the nursery. Ivykit flicked her ears and followed her.