Heavy rain had made the grass underpaw slick and wet. Gingerpaw's feet slid out from under her for the tenth time that day. She couldn't see the tip of her nose, she was wet, she was cold and she hated it. "Willowfur!" She yowled. "The rain's too thick! I can't see my own paws!"
"Okay," came the reply. It was muffled by rain and she couldn't place the position of her mentor over the constant thunder of fat drops spattering over leaves and soaking the forest. "Head back to camp, then, and get some feverfew from Sandycreek."
She thought she heard pawsteps drumming away from her, but when she listened harder, all she could hear was the roaring of raindrops.
She stumbled blindly in the direction she thought was home. The rain had washed away all the familiar scents and the constant thundering was making her head throb.
Suddenly a panicked cry echoed through the sheets of rain. "Gingerpaw! Look out!"
Foxpaw! Blindly, Gingerpaw made her way to where she thought his voice was coming from. She realised too late what he had tried to warn her about. The cliff at the bank of the river.
The rain had made the river an angry, churning black mass. Gingerpaw skidded to a halt at the very edge. Safe! she thought. But the muddy, slushy bank at the top of the cliff gave way beneath her paws. She twisted in midair and lashed out with her paws, claws extended, to find something- anything- to hold onto. But there was nothing. A scream tore itself from her throat as she fell down into the freezing black water.
"FOXPAW!"
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Gingerpaw
RomanceA feral cat, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from harsh seasons and deadly rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate...
