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Wisteriapaw glanced up and saw Flickerpaw and Featherpaw as they raced ahead. The ThunderClan cat looked over at Dappledpaw one more time with a worried expression before she started to run to catch up with the others once again. The she-cat skirted gingerly around the ice with carefulness in her light pawsteps before she eventually was a couple of mouse-lengths behind Flickerpaw. Her breathing was steady, but rough, due to the fact that she was running. Maybe she could still win this!

Wildpaw was smaller than her siblings by only a little bit. But, right now, that was great! She skirted across ice and raced up the ravine with her claws out to not fall. She saw Dappledpaw tumble down and laughed as she looked back at him and nearly falling herself. She saw Flickerpaw ahead and focused on catching up, ending up shouldering the other apprentice with a grin.

Flickerpaw stumbled a bit when Wildpaw shouldered her. "Hey!" She protested, and nudged her head into her.

OOC: Ok so who's actually gonna win? I mean will it be Wisteria, Wild, Feather, or Flicker? Or will Dappled make a miraculous ladybug comeback?
Also for some reason, I think of Birch and Wild as guys.

Featherpaw had moved out of Dappledpaw's way, his own pace hurried a bit by his brother's until he looked back. Startled by Dappledpaw's fall, he slowed down then turned back towards him. His concern faded when he saw Dappledpaw get up and Wisteriapaw rush by. She wouldn't have left him if he wasn't okay. He turned and plunged up the path carefully, well behind the leading Flickerpaw and Wildpaw. He tried to catch up to Wisteriapaw, but he felt his claws slip and slowed down.

Perhaps a race wasn't a good idea in this snow, but it lightened the mood at least. He continued on at a steady pace just above walking.

(OOC: Hm, well Featherpaw is going to come in 4rth, so it's up to you three.)

ooc; wisteria's gonna come in third.

Wisteriapaw glanced over her shoulder at Featherpaw and Dappledpaw as she continued to run behind Flickerpaw and Wildpaw, who were in the lead. She shot Featherpaw a worried glance as she saw the tom begin to slow down a bit. However, he didn't look hurt or anything, so Wisteriapaw continued to race. She looked up ahead of her and felt a shiver go down her spine as the cold air whisked into her face and darted through her fur. She managed to get so close to Flickerpaw that she could reach out and touch her sister's ear with her nose, but she decided against it. The she-cat gasped as her paws struck a small but jagged piece of ice that had been sticking out. It didn't impale her, but she still winced at how cold it was. The she-cat gingerly flicked her paw to get the stray ice and snow off of it, and she hobbled awkwardly on three legs as she tried to continue to run. Once Wisteriapaw felt her paw begin to numb, she continued to streak ahead normally, but she still felt a bit frustrated that she had been so careless as to hit some ice.

Dappledpaw watched his siblings race ahead. No way was he going to be able to catch up now. Ah well. He tried to put on a burst of speed, but he was exhausted from having to work twice as hard. Now , he wished he hadn't been so careless as to fall over. He could have been in the lead by now! But no, instead he was having to race up one and a half times, instead of just one! He refused to slow down and he refused to give himself a break, his heart pumping fast as it could. Then he remembered. He shouldn't be doing this! Everyone treated him like a little kit because of his condition, always warning him not to overwork. He needed to stop. But he didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep going, he shouldn't have to take a break! So he didn't. He just kept running and running, panting hard and ignoring the odd feeling in his chest. He could sort that out later.

OOC: he's gonna come last anyways ;-;