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It was dark. Too dark.
It was cold. Too cold.
It was... strange. Too strange.
Tawnystep opened her eyes to see that she wasn't in the warrior's den, or even the WindClan camp at all. She was surrounded by darkness, an uncomfortable aura around her. It was silent and yet, so loud at the same time. Eyes watched her from every corner, shrouded in the murky undergrowth, hiding, waiting to attack. Entities lurked, their gazes hungry. She was scared.
The russet molly stood, looking around. Her tail was curled close to her body, her ears flattened to her head. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was laying down for a nice night's rest and... then she woke up in this sickly clearing. Tawnystep's paws almost seemed to sink into the slimy ground, causing her to grimace in disgust. She stepped back, turning her head to peer into the darkness. Was anyone there? She knew she wasn't alone... so many voices whispered from the depths of the forestry, but they were unintelligable. Had she died in her sleep? No, she couldn't have.
She began to wander, exploring the area, searching for answers. As she walked, her bi-colored eyes narrowed and filled with both fear and curiosity, she tried to think of a reasoning for her to have woken up here. No answers could be found, however, though one thing was certain.
This was not StarClan.