[MockingRabbit]

Brightpaw
She/her 9 Moons

Brightpaw's feeling of elation at making it past the holes was somewhat dampened by the reality that she had tripped very un-gracefully over one of them, and her pelt was now covered in even more dirt. Life just wasn't fair.

Anyways, it was behind here now -literally,- and ahead was a plane... plane. There was nothing on it. Maybe there were more holes? Disguised ones? No, there was nothing here. Something still seemed wrong though... It took her a moment to realise that there were way too many sets of paws thumping the ground. She looked over her shoulder and discovered that the fear of being trampled by pray was actually real, and that she might just possess it. She picked up her pace, terror bushing up her tail. She knew that they were probably more scared of her than she of them, but she was still just an apprentice, and a few of those rabbits were quite large. Now I know what it feels like to be prey, she though. StarClan save me!