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Goosepaw practically flew to join Lionstar's ranks in a possible race against time. This time he would
not fall short of breath before he even got to scene.
He burst into WindClan camp, the smell of canine, heather, and blood instantly flooding his nose. It brought back a wave of memories, but he was snapped out of it when a huge coyote clamped it jaws shut next to his ear. He ducked, pedaling forward, looking around the clearing for any cat that might need his help.
His eyes fell on Snailriver. The warrior seemed to be trying to scramble onto a coyote's back, but it didn't seem to be working out so well. He turned on the fly, hind paws spraying loose soil behind him as he made for Snailriver's coyote. As he neared, he bunched his legs beneath him and made a flying leap, coming down next to the giant predator.
"Snailriver, I've got your back!" he shouted over the noise of the battle. He aimed a swipe at the coyote's face, striking it just below the eye, and it snapped at his ear. He barely managed to dodge, heart pounding as he watched and heard the sharp fangs
clack together inches from his face. Goospaw could only hope to distract the canine long enough for Snailriver to do whatever he needed to do.