water vs. wine - Dawn

[`pongo]

Out of instinct, the Medicine Cat Apprentice turned her head again to check Camelliapaw's progress. Realizing that she was taking it too hard on the she-cat, Bearpaw stopped. She would only do this for a few seconds, just to make up for the unfair start, but that would probably be enough for her friend to catch up.

[Sneakers]

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Continuing her jog, the apprentice began to catch her breath once more. Her brow furrowed as she noticed Bearpaw had stopped, waiting for her to catch up.
"I thought this was a race?"

[`pongo]

"Yeah, but I was off to an unfair start." Bearpaw replied, flicking her tail. "So I'm going to stop for a few seconds to make it even."

[Sneakers]

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"Or..... Or we could not race at all. We both know you would win anyways, whether I had a head start or not!" she acclaimed, her flanks heaving as she slowed down to stand beside Bearpaw.

[`pongo]

B E A R P A W

Bearpaw giggled at this, despite her hard efforts not to. She was also panting from the time she had been running. "I guess you're right. You and me both look pretty exhausted from what little of the race we had."

  At her own comment, the brown tabby had an idea. It was rather ridiculous, but since when had that stopped young Apprentices from doing something? "Hey--we could have a walking race to camp to see who can be the slowest!" She suggested, grinning.

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[Sneakers]

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Now that was the kind of race Camelliapaw could compete and win in!
"Gee, that's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" she giggled, beaming at her best friend. "Um, I guess we start now?"

[`pongo]

B E A R P A W

"Because sometimes your friends can be smarter than you." The brown tabby teased with a grin, flicking her tail. At the second comment, she nodded. "Yeah. On your mark...Get set..." At this, the Medicine Cat Apprentice shifted into the same position an Elder would be in when making an attempt to rise from their nest. "Go!" Instead of your stereotypical sprinting start at these words, Bearpaw dragged herself forward, forcing herself to go as slowly as she could.

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"Uuuuuugggghhhhhh," she moaned, pretending to be an elder in slow motion. She took one step forward, then slowly toppled to the ground.
"I'm.... Too.... Old... For... This sort of.... Youthful thing..."

[`pongo]

B E A R P A W

She giggled, flopping down onto her belly so as to be at eye-level with Camelliapaw. Unfortunately, Bearpaw was already a few inches ahead of her friend. Go figure...oh well. She was probably going to let Camellia win anyways, to make her feel better.

  For now, she waited for the other Apprentice to inch forward. One of them would have to make a move at some point or else they'd never get back to camp!

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She giggled, and began to dramatically shake as she heaved herself upwards. She took one step forward, however, and plopped back onto the ground. Her stomach growled again, and she looked at Bearpaw with an embarrassed smile.

[`pongo]

B E A R P A W

Hearing Camelliapaw's stomach growl made the brown tabby realize her own growing appetite. "This hunger of ours sure is going to make this race hard, eh?" Bearpaw grumbled, dragging herself centimeters ahead of her friend. She sighed, mentally longing for a rabbit or two. They had to be her favorite food, but she hadn't eaten any in days.

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Camelliapaw heard it gro once again, and she nodded to Bearpaw's statement.
"Yep, that is why you win, and I get to be the first one to eat!" she exclaimed, shooting upwards from her position, and dashing towards the camp.

[`pongo]

B E A R P A W

"Hey! If you're going to play it that way, then I'm sure not going to win!" The brown tabby yowled, jolting upright and racing after her friend. A flurry of dust trailed behind her as she struggled to catch up to Camelliapaw. After reaching the speed of her regular pace, Bearpaw smirked. Camellia had made a bad decision in challenging her--the loser was soon to be replaced if she kept this up.

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Camelliapaw giggled to herself as she bolted away from Bearpaw. After a few moments she looked behind her shoulder to see if her friend was still left in the dust, but her eyes widened as she noticed she was right behind her! She turned back around and tried to run with more speed, but if anything, she was somewhat slowing down. She was relieved to see that the camp entrance was nearing them, however.

[`pongo]

B E A R P A W

Bearpaw took this opportunity to catch up to the Apprentice. Within a matter of moments, she was nose-to-nose with Camelliapaw, and still gaining speed.

The brown tabby noticed that they were nearing the camp, so she slowed down her pace just a bit. There wasn't really a chance her friend would win this, anyways. Bearpaw may have been a good cat, but victory was still a sweet thing for her, and she was always going to go for the win it rather it meant someone else losing or not.

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