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Goldenpaw licked the scratch on her paw from the fight. She had been fighting a brown tom, and WindClan had to win. Their stench would never get out of her fur! The thought that one of them had even touched her in battle made her skin crawl.
Goldenpaw was small for her age, but still, as many cats said, it added to her beauty. Goldenpaw was pretty; she had a perfectly proportioned body, shiny golden fur with lighter pale gold stripes, and an intelligent look in her light blue eyes.
"Good job in the battle," her mentor, Blizzardclaw called. "I saw you fighting. You'll be a great warrior."
Goldenpaw smirked as a cluster of kits sent her admiring looks, ignoring the dirty looks from the older apprentices.
"Also, you'll be attending the gathering because you did so well," Blizzardclaw added. "I'm not sure who else is going, but I've got your place secured."
"Thanks," she said, ignoring the new dirty looks she knew she was receiving. Blizzardclaw was young, but he was deputy. Goldenpaw loved having him as a mentor, he was always relaxed and she was given special privileges, like going in the battle to attack WindClan.
"No problem," was the only reply, and Blizzardclaw turned, leaving Goldenpaw with three older, jealous apprentices.
Goldenpaw knew they were watching Blizzardclaw's white body until he was out of sight before they would start mocking her. It wasn't really a big deal; nothing these apprentices said could affect her.
"So how did you get Blizzardclaw to agree to that one, promise to leave him alone forever?" jeered the oldest of the apprentices, Mudpaw.
"I think someone's jealous," Goldenpaw said. "But then again, I've never had to deal with e boredom of being you."
"Mudpaw's right," Quailpaw said, using her high pitched, annoying voice. "There's no way she could get into a gathering!"
The third apprentice, Redpaw, said nothing but sent Goldenpaw a look that clearly meant, look out, they will try to hurt you.
"Well, look at what I just did," Goldenpaw said haughtily. "I better leave now, you're making me stupid." She stalked away. Goldenpaw one; Mudpaw none, she thought. If those would be her clan's best warriors, RiverClan could be torn apart by WindClan.
Goldenpaw has a haughty sort of attitude, she thinks she's better than any of the other apprentices. It was encouraged by the elders who always fawned over how great she was. She also thinks WindClan is weak and her clan is the best.
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