The world is a blur (closed)

Oakpaw tore through Windclan's camp at a blazing speed, running circles around all the blurs- he was sure those were warriors- that littered the camp. None of them scolded him for letting out his energy inside of camp, as if they could! Fennelbreeze had told him that she didn't want him bouncing all across the moors when she finally took him out to train, it was only fair they let him follow her orders. After a few extra circles it seemed like some started to growl at him, but he was already nearing the end of his stamina. One more! One- The tom's paws caught in the sand sending him sprawling to the floor. Oakpaw's body heaved as the exercise caught up with him, but the tom still wore a smile. He was pleased with his little trip around and around and around the camp. Was he the fastest apprentice in all of Windclan? GASP! What if he was fastest cat in all of Windclan?!