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    she scurried to the line and got ready, in her mind she kept thinking this would be easy but she knew deep down that wouldnt be the case, she had been training alone and this is the first time she tested herself against others

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    Harborpaw's speed could be matched by no other. She was thin, swift, careful. All dominant traits for a speedster. Unfortunately, her talent was ducked away for the extra weight she was carrying. Sitting with a leisurely paced exhale, the young queen sat to simply observe. Her bi-colored eyes wondered, looking for one she could place a fictional bet on. Who could match up to her, was the true question.




    All were so young, she was having a challenge pin pointing her choice of winner. "Hmm.." Voltaire caught her eyes. However, Kendall did as well. The two would be a fascinating outcome. Blinking carefully, the she-cat leaned in, focusing on the racers.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Voltaire hurried to his space, tail twitching eagerly as he looked to Goldenkit beside him Oh yeah, he was more than ready!
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    ( i need to see a doctor )


    she scoffed at him, he seemed to have an ego that needed to be taken down, though she probably had one too but no matter, she was in no way going to lose to this guy, no way


    ( i'm beginning to ship )

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    //yaaaaaaaaas




    "Come on Wingstar!" He was getting anxious.




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    [justify]The leader watched the younger members and smiled at their enthusiasm. "Now, get set," she said, determined to make them wait just to wind them up. She left it for another minute and then shouted, "Go!"[/justify]

    the gold kit threw herself forward as she dashed, her eyes were focused on the finish line, as long as she focused on the finish line and pushed herself as fast as she could go she had to be able to win right?


    ( so is there a certain way we are picking who wins? or are we all agreeing on a person? i dont are too much about goldy here winning im just curious )

    - Hmm, I'm not actually sure. I could maybe put up a poll?


    She watched Goldenkit run, wondering which of them would win.

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    Wingstar continued to watch the kits and apprentices keenly, wanting to check that none of them cheated or anything though she doubted they would do.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub][size=7pt][color=black]Kendall pelted on, the finish line drawing ever closer. She dared a sneaky look over her shoulder, and thought, or hoped at least, that she was in the lead. A smirk appearing on her face, she picked up the pace. I can so do this!
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    as Kendall passed her she turned up the juice, pushing herself to go faster, she began to get side by side to the brown she kit, glancing at her only a second before focusing completely on the goal

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub][size=7pt]Kendall let out a squeal and picked up the pace even more, hardly feeling her paws touch the ground. But she could definitely feel her legs aching, her lungs burning and her heart pounding.


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