Foxpaw hung back for a few moments, glancing between the Apprentices' den and the Medicine Cat's den, for a reason he was unsure of, before he snapped back in reality. "Oh, sorry... Coming!" he called, racing out of the camp. Once outside, he turned briskly towards the training center, and crouched down low. He waved his tail gently. "Race you there!" he blurted out all of a sudden, sprinting as fast as he could towards the training center. He could feel the wind rustle his fur, bat at his ears, and chill him down to the bone. The snow fell gently onto the hills before him as he ran, feeling wild and free.