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Posted December 2, 2012
I roll away from Foxstep's blow, and leap for his flank, unbalancing him. He uses the momentum to trip me and fling me aside.
The reddish warrior grooms himself proudly. I struggle out of the thicket and stomp over to him. "What was that for?" I snarl.
His amber eyes flash with surprise. "You're bleeding."
"You just knocked me into a thornbush, mouse-brain! What did you expect?" I lash my tail angrily.
"I did? I didn't know! I thought I aimed for you to fall into the ferns. I'm sorry." He looks genuine, which is shocking. I'd suspected he'd laugh at me.
My fury fades, and I feel a different emotion prickle in my paws. I'm glad I didn't go train with my mentor, Cobrastrike. I'm glad my friend, Foxstep, from kithood, had offered to take me training. He's a moon older than me, and became a warrior about a moon ago—I could be in the warriors' den anytime.
I look into Foxstep's amber gaze. "I'd never try to hurt you, Rainpaw." He mews softly, rubbing the side of his muzzle against my cheek. "Honestly." His breath tickles my ear fur. I step back, not meeting his eyes.
"We should go back to camp." I mutter, pulling a thorn from my leg. I turn to leave, but yelp with pain. A thorn in my pad? Really? I attempt to pull it out, but can't reach.
Foxstep is at my side in a moment. He closes his teeth around the thorn and pulls it from my paw.
"Thanks." I sigh, relieved.
"No problem." He replies, then pads out. I follow him, hanging back.
"Foxstep? Rainpaw?" A voice calls. A trio of toms race over. The one in the lead, a dark gray tabby-and-white tom with blue eyes, stops, panting. The others skid to a stop behind him.
"What's up, Stormflare?" Foxstep asks his brother.
"Darkmoon... needs you guys... now." Stormflare pants. The other warrior, a bright ginger tom named Fireblaze, nods in agreement. The third tom, a gray-black apprentice named Crowpaw, just pants.
The five of us race back to camp.
'What's going on?' I wonder as we pelt towards ShadowClan's camp.