Snowypaw
As his tongue gave a raspy lick through his chest fur, cleaning himself up thoroughly before starting his training for the day - and mentally swearing to the stars for how much harder his fur got to keep clean as it grew into its adult coat - Snowypaw stopped mid lick, his ear twitching at the sound of a yowl emanating from Breezerock. Curiously, the large tom looked up, not being able to pinpoint the voice as Twilightstar's and instead having his gaze land on a smaller warrior with white fur. Recognizing the cat as Redspeckle from around camp, Snowypaw tilted his head, wondering if something had happened during the night. The warrior did not seem to be in distress, in any case, so probably nothing bad.
As the warrior kept talking, Snowypaw's eyes grew round, nerves making him shuffle his massive paws on the sand. A race? Oh StarClan above. He was sure to not be any good at that! He was already clumsy enough on a daily basis - even if he had been getting much better about not greeting the dirt with his face as often - he could only imagine how poorly his participation would be in such an event! Not to mention the fact that this was going to be a team event? The large apprentice shuddered, a twinge of anxiety twisting his insides as he started picturing the looks of anger and disappointment in the faces of whatever poor cats were saddled with him. Maybe it would be best to sit this one out?
Nodding to himself, Snowypaw decided this was the best course of action, and was ready to leave the clearing in search of Deadmoon when he stopped on his tracks. Deadmoon. The patched tom sighed. What kind of an apprentice would he be if he didn't take the opportunity to train his weaknesses? Yes, he would probably bring down whatever team he was put in, but wasn't it worse if he didn't even try? He remembered the look on Deadmoon's face whenever he took initiative. It was a look of pride, clearly displaying how pleased she was with her apprentice. Did he really want to give her any reason for feeling anything but? No. He owed this to her. Resolution glimmering in his eyes, he turned his gaze once more towards Breezerock, nodding to himself one more time before he stepped forward, hoping the other cats wouldn't mind having to put up with his clumsy antics for just a little while.