(CLOSED. This roleplay occurs before the WindClan fire and is meant to quickly show Twistedpaw the borders.)
~ TWISTEDPAW OF WINDCLAN ~
Small, skinny, black she-cat with a light gray belly and tail-tip; has a crooked jaw, mangled tail, and one blind eye.
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Twistedpaw stumbled after her mentor, round black paws sinking into the mushy ground. Already, her legs felt tired, and they'd barely approached the first border. Her heart sank like a stone.
This is the farthest I've walked in my life! When Fallownose had taken her and the other kits out to collect moss all those moons ago, he'd given them a badger ride. The memory was hazy and blurred at the edges as if cobwebs had been spun over it, turning the vague scenes into a mosaic. Yet there were two things she remembered clearly: Fallownose's happy, smiling face and Laurelkit's presence. Twistedpaw winced, briefly forgetting her strained legs. Back then, she'd been happy. Everything was different now.
A pungent scent hit the small apprentice in the face as hard as any stone wall. Twistedpaw's mouth twisted disturbingly in her version of a grimace; then she nearly gagged. It tasted
terrible. The rabbit chunk Batglare had forced her to swallow felt like it would come up. Twistedpaw desperately suppressed the urge to retch.
What is
that? Simultaneously, her paw sank into a pit of burbling brown muck. She squealed, digging the other three into squishy yet solid earth to prevent her mangled tail from tipping her over. The wet beginning of newleaf hadn't been kind to this place. Stomach roiling in disgust, Twistedpaw wrenched herself free. Her paws slipped, and a clumsy display of thrashing limbs managed to keep her upright. She ducked her head, giving her chest fur a couple quick licks, her crooked jaw hanging disturbingly.
StarClan, I'm such a mess... I hope Batglare didn't see that!
Nervously, she glanced at her mentor, wondering what he thought, but his piercing yellow-green gaze was fixed on the border ahead. Heaving a sigh of relief but with tiny ears still burning, Twistedpaw hurried to his side and observed the border. Her breath caught in her throat. The tall green grass and waving heather of her homeland transformed into a flat, forested place, with dark, looming trees reaching up on all sides. A river ran nearby, dappled sunlight flitting on its reflective surface. And just beyond that... nothing.
Well, not
nothing. Twistedpaw was certain anyone who ventured too close to it would become a star in the sky. The ground seemed to vanish as sheer cliffs steeply declined. Below, she heard a rushing and roaring noise that drowned out the rustling of the trees' leaves. Her paws trembled, and she stuck close to Batglare.
I'm not going anywhere near that! Still, curiosity made her peer forward, even as Batglare began to speak. She strained to hear him over the noise. Her developing muscles tensed at what she saw. A raging brown torrent of water danced, fierce enough to claim the life of anyone who set paw in it. Batglare said this was Sedgewater Valley, the border with RiverClan... and told her to stay away. Twistedpaw nodded, her crooked jaw bouncing and swaying. She would've replied verbally had the fearful sight not stolen her breath from her lungs. She didn't need to be told twice.
"Surely RiverClan doesn't swim in that?" she exclaimed, unable to take her mismatched gaze off the river and rocky cliffs as she found her voice.
"I know they're good at swimming, but... but anyone would die if they tried!" She looked at Batglare then, anxiety setting her heart pounding. Though her statement was certain, her mind wouldn't stop whispering,
What if you're wrong? What if RiverClan can
swim in that? You'll prove yourself to be more of a featherbrain than you already are.
"...Right?" she finished weakly, uncertainty gripping her with gorse-sharp claws.
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Moonraven (You don't have to reply to this if you don't want to! I'm assuming you want to keep these as short as possible.)