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Originally Posted by Nostalgia
Finchpaw glance back felt joy prickle through his pelt. He was winning!
Failpaw, ya right! he snickered to himself as he drew closer to the stream-bank. Feeling his paws touching the streamground, he gave himself a push, starting to bounce to the banks rather than swim.
As he started exiting the water his long red fur clung to his body, making him look like a mop.
He turned excitedly to see where Rookpaw was, his eyes gleaming.
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Rookpaw finally padded up to the shore. She felt a little bitter for not winning but she had learned to be less of a sore loser. Whenever Rookpaw let her guard down a little bit, she wasn't so bad. She looked over the "winner".
"You look like a dying willow tree. How do you even see with that fur drooping?" she mewed.