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Originally Posted by Darkclaws

Darkclaws seemed to have been flying over the mud as he ran, making sure to make his footsteps as light as possible. As he got to the side of the clan's deputy he looked at him "Goldeneye, try calming down," The tom said. He could see that the tom was struggling. "Try keeping most of your weight off of your paws," He said knowingly, "It will help significantly," the dark tom added. He made sure to keep pace behind the deputy as a form of respect for the tom. He looked behind him to see the others not too far behind and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved that these were the kind of warriors Shadowclan has: The kind that doesn't give up and do what is best for the clan.

The deputy tried to keep his pace steady as he heard Darkclaws, despite wanting to slow down. Forcing himself to slow down slightly, he took a breath in, calming himself slightly. Then he forced himself to jerk back to attention. Forcing himself to keep calm now, Goldeneye started to sprint once again, this time listening to Darkclaws. It was almost as if he was an apprentice again, and it was almost nice. He was gliding on the ground now, or, at least, that's what he felt like to him. This was definitely better than what he had been doing, and he could almost forget what he was supposed to be doing.

But he couldn't. Goldeneye had a clan to save. He couldn't forget what he was doing, or risk the end of Shadowclan. "Thanks!" He called quickly, focusing on getting back to camp. Tempestjay better have gotten some kits and queens out, or else things would not turn out well. The deputy was panicking, and he couldn't exactly deny it. But he had to force himself to stay somewhat calm, or else the terrible idea that Shadowclan would be washed away forever would come to his mind once again.