Speed of a Comet

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Skyfeather's POV: 

Wow! So this is Cherryclan! It's bigger than I imagined! It's possibly bigger than Silverclan! I padded next to Rainstar's side, who looked calm and wise, as if she expected me to act this way. I was hopping around her and curiously glancing at all directions, trying to hold every image in my head to keep forever. She halts me with her tail, I hold my breath as she squints her eyes in a direction north-west. She crouches down and removes her tail in front of me and flickers it, signaling me to crouch down as well. As for she is my new leader, I nod and follow her orders, keeping my paws light on the ground and careful of any twigs or ferns nearby. What was going on? Some fresh-kill? A trespasser? My ears follow the direction of where Rainstar is staring at, trying to see if I could hear whatever was in our way. I taste the air timidly, the scent was... unidentifiable. I couldn't tell if it was either some cat or prey. But it sure did smell rotten, dear Starclan. More rotten than crow-food! I hiss in my head as I slowly move forward, Rainstar watching me sacrifice myself to the unknown. I get closer and closer to a bush, the smell getting stronger. I looked up for a second, was that a-
Before I could finish my thoughts, something blew me away, my back hitting against a tree nearby Rainstar. I fall down and groan loudly, the pain was unbearable. Thank Starclan for giving me such a hard spine. Rainstar yowled and rushed where I was just thrown from a second ago. But there was nothing to be seen, other than a dark fog fade away. What could've that been? I finally grab the strength to sit up, Rainstar helping my up as I limp by her side. "We will continue tomorrow, we need to get you to Stormwave." Rainstar said, leading the way back to camp. I'm assuming Wetstorm is Cherryclan's medicine cat. The last thing I remember once reaching camp was passing out in front of the medicine cat's den.