Prologue

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Prologue

This is my story. The story of how my tail became flattened.

I let out an angry snarl as Stormpaw, a ThunderClan apprentice, pushed me onto the hot, foul smelling Thunderpath. He swiped his paw across my flank. Blood spilled out from the wound, but I felt no pain.

                All I wanted to feel was victory. But that was not what I got. Stormpaw lunged at me, teeth baring. He nipped my hindlegs and bit down on my shoulder. He left me laying paralyzed on the Thunderpath, making me easy prey for monsters.

                Before he left, his eyes widened at something coming from the left. "Monster!" he wailed. He darted forward, grabbing my scruff. He pulled me out of the way just before the monster could snap my neck, but he wasn't quick enough to save me entirely.

                I heard a sickening crunch sound, and I felt a stabbing pain coming from my tail.

From then on, my name was not Blackpaw; it was Limppaw.

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