He pulled himself out of the river, looking back regretfully at where had once been his home.
"And never come back!" yowled a stark white from the other side of the swirling water. Sighing, the warrior – no, loner – turned away from clan territory and began the long journey… where? He had been exiled by his clan. Where did he have to go? He had no idea what lay before him. The leader never allowed the warriors more than a few fox lengths away from the border. Slowly he began to trek away from the river. At least he should find somewhere to stay for a night.
After a little while, he became aware that someone was watching him. He tried to carry on padding through the trees as though he hadn't noticed. The pawsteps sounded like those of a cat. Eventually he stopped, preparing to turn and confront whoever it was that was following him. Just as he spun around, something knocked him to the ground. Stunned, he lay there for several heartbeats. Just as he pushed himself to his feet, he saw something jet-black streaking away from him.
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