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Chapter 1
Goldenpaw forced herself to run full force. She could not lose against such a novice apprentice. She was flanking Swiftpaw, gasping for air. Swiftpaw was just grinning as if she had already won. Goldenpaw's foe was a mostly black cat, with the exception of the white speckles on her snout and paws. Goldenpaw eventually got in front of Swiftpaw, but Swiftpaw just gave a determined grunt and was next to her again in an instant. "My mum called me Swiftpaw for a reason, mousebrain. Just give up already!" Said the other apprentice through rapid breaths. "Ha! Like I'd give up to the likes of you!" Goldenpaw huffed. The burnt tree was rapidly approaching and Goldenpaw gave all her strength to speed up for the last stretch. She'd never felt her paws move so fast. She sped past Swiftpaw, who looked up at her in confusion. Before the other cat to react to her sudden speed, Goldenpaw tripped on a tree root and was tumbling head over heals past the finish line that was the crisp trunk. She whipped around to face the black apprentice. She opened her mouth to boast about the victory, when she saw the horror in Swiftpaw's eyes. The other apprentice had stopped a few feet from the tree. There was something looming over Goldenpaw. She felt its shadow blocking out the sun above her. Goldenpaw didn't even bother to turn around, she just ran, all the fatigue from the race gone. Swiftpaw was right beside her, her speckled white paws a blur. "Giantfur" Swiftpaw managed to whisper to the other apprentice. Goldenpaw shivered as the remembered the tales the elder Riverclaw used to tell. Unfathomably large claws and ever bigger teeth. Goldenpaw forced her paws forwards, despite the feeling that they'd turn to jelly at any second. After running for what seem to be forever, they were on the rim of the bowl-like camp. Goldenpaw had never been happier to see their leader, Thistlestar, his pale grey pelt rippling in the wind. But she was still running at full speed. She couldn't stop herself before they reached the edge and was soon clawing at thin air. The wind whistled in her ears and the sky was filled with grey as the first drops of rain dripped onto Goldenpaw's head. Time seemed to slow down and her ears felt as if they were filled with fuzz. She didn't hear Swiftpaw's frantic cries for her to grab a the root, nor the startled gasps from the Warriors beneath her. All she saw was the ground that was rapidly approaching.