AN: Hey guys! This is the first of any more challenges I write for a forum that isn't MuffinClan. This one is for my own forum, SolarClan, which you should definitely join. :3 I hope you enjoy!

Hey, there. I'm Bramblefoot of WindClan. I'm an elder now, but in my apprentice days, quite some things happened. Let me tell you a story, little kit.

I leaped happily out of camp, dashing after Nutclaw, my mentor. "What are we gonna do today?" I asked excitedly.

"You haven't seen the gorge yet, have you?"

I shook my head.

"Alright. I'll show you, then we'll do some hunting practice."

I turned, hearing pawsteps behind me. My eyes narrowed. There was Mistpaw, my rival. The two of us were equally skilled at every level, and everything was a competition between us. Her mentor, Liontail, walked behind her.

"Oh, Bramblepaw," she sneered. I grumbled something and turned away, following Nutclaw as he led us toward the gorge.

We soon arrived. The water pounded its way towards the falls, and I'd heard tales of how dangerous it was, how some cats had fallen in and never been seen again.

"Now, you two better not do anything here, it's much too dangerous for apprentices, and even full-grown warriors," Nutclaw cautioned. But Mistpaw and I were looking challengingly at each other. Mistpaw flicked her head toward the gorge, mouthing, "Later!" I nodded.

Nutclaw and Liontail had turned and were heading across the moor towards a rabbit warren that nobody had hunted near for some time. Mistpaw and I followed, snarling and growling at each other throughout the journey there.

When we arrived, we spent some time running around in the nearby tunnels like total mouse-brains. I got lost at one point and bumped into Mistpaw multiple times, and it was only after Nutclaw and Liontail had gone in and found us that we actually found some rabbits.

Settling down into our nests, we pretended to sleep so the other apprentices wouldn't notice anything. I think we did reasonably well.

After a while, the camp was hardly stirring, everyone having fallen asleep. Holding my breath, I snuck through the dirtplace tunnel with Mistpaw, grinning as we exited the camp.

"C'mon, pipsqueak, let's get to the gorge!" she whispered, bounding away in the gorge's direction. I gleefully followed, ready to outshine my rival for the first time.

When we arrived, the water was still as strong as ever, but we didn't mind. We turned and faced each other.

"So, rival," I hissed, "what are we gonna do?"

Mistpaw grinned. "Oh, I have an idea, Bramblypaws. Give me a moment," she replied, heading back in the direction of camp.

I rolled my eyes, looking at the moonlit water. It certainly is pretty with the light shining on it, I thought. Checking the walls of the gorge, I only saw a few sticks and things breaking out of the rock. I shuffled over to a spot that would allow me to grab them if I fell. I glanced up at the sky. When will Mistpaw be back?

Suddenly, there was a wild "mrrowr!" from the trees, and I felt something fall and squish me.

"Now I'll finally have no competition!" hissed a voice I recognized as Mistpaw's. I flailed wildly, managing to kick her off, getting to my paws and grinning stupidly as she stood up, growling, and ran at me again.

I dodged to the side, seeing her speed build, but it was too late before I realized she couldn't stop. She fell right into the gorge, catching one of the branches sticking out of the rock walls, her tail dangling over the water. She screamed. "Bramblepaw, help!"

I was too petrified for a moment, and one of her paws slipped. She unsheathed her claws, gripping the branch, snarling up at me. I glanced around wildly, scared for Mistpaw's life, and snapped back to reality as I heard the branch begin to give way.

"BRAMBLEPAWWW!"

I dashed to the edge of the cliff, holding out a paw. "Grab my paw with your claws, Mistpaw! Come on!"

She reached up one paw, straining, but just as she was about to grab my paw, she lost her grip on the branch.

Time seemed to slow down. I watched her fall, both of us screaming, into the gorge, her head barely above the water as she fought against the current, which repeatedly swallowed her.

I watched as she approached the falls, her eyes growing wider every second. The last thing I saw of her was her face, eyes wide, mouth open in a scream, the last sound she'd make.

Everything that happened afterwards seemed unreal. Nutclaw and Liontail waking up the next morning and finding me alone at the gorge, staring sadly into the water; a ceremony for Mistpaw, whose body couldn't be retrieved.

The next few days passed in a strange haze. I'd never realized what a role Mistpaw played in my life. But eventually I moved past it, became a warrior, found a mate, met my kits. We named one of them Mistkit for my old, fallen rival, and I think I saw a star seem to blink gratefully at me on the night the kits were born.

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