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Smokepaw walked along the path, shivering in the wind. He tried not to look down at the chasm to his left flank.
It was Leaf-bare. The four Clans had left the Forest because there was absolutely no way that they could survive. Not anymore. They had left the field just a day previous, and we're now trying to make it across the treacherous mountains. Where to, Smokepaw didn't know.
He took another step, then another, until he stopped paying much attention to it, just staying away from the cliff.
Then the stone crumbled under his forepaws. Smokepaw tried to draw back, but he had already fallen off the path and was falling through the air. He looked up and saw his mother, Nightwing, yowling his name, but all he could hear was the roaring in his ears. He disappeared into shadow, writhing desperately to right himself, to grab something, but it was all in vain. I haven't even become a warrior!
Time seemed to slow down. He looked down, but couldn't see anything yet. A branch was approaching. Even though in the rational part of his mind knew it would be to no avail, he still reached out for it. His claws brushed it, but he missed. No!
Then Smokepaw hit the ground.