The last thing Curlyfeather was a set of claws flying right towards her. She felt a huge pain in her chest and was sent flying backwards, skidding onto the soft grass beside the path. Then, her silent world went black. She awoke when the ground rumbled beneath her. She must have only been out for a few heartbeats, but she was almost to weak to move. Groaning, she rolled away from the path, not wanting to be anywhere near the master when it roared by. As the acrid scent hit her nose, she held her breath. When she let it out, the rumble had stopped. She forced herself to her feet, about to walk away, when the scent of blood hit her nostrils. Turning around, she gasped in horror to see that the WindClan warrior was lying on the other side of the thunder path, her tail completely separated from the rest of her body. For a second she felt pity, remembering how she had felt when her ear had been ripped off. But her eyes narrowed as she turned away. This cat was the one who was being stupid and attacking her. And it wasn't like she had ripped the gray she-cat's tail off, she had down that to herself. Besides, she had made it back to camp after her accident. Hardly an sympathy lingered as she walked away.
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Petalpaw - Barkkit - Sunpaw
ShadowClan - ThunderClan - WindClan
Apprentice - Kit - Apprentice