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He's never run so fast in his life.
Orange and white paws navigate through snowy landscapes, blankets of white. Panic only further fills him with each step forward he takes. What if he couldn't get there on time? What if help arrived too late? His friends, his siblings, his mother. SkyClan. They all needed him to fulfill his mission. Their safety depends on him.
Paws skid to a stop as he reaches a watery border - the line between SkyClan and RiverClan. Sheepcurl said they were friendly, the last time they'd met a patrol of them on this very border. ThunderClan would have been his first option, would have probably been quicker to reach if it weren't for...
No. No time to think about that. No time to wait at the border either.
But, where? Where could he cross? Greenpaw wasn't born for the river, has no swimming skills whatsoever. Virdian eyes quickly scan for a point to cross over. There. The river is iced over, leaves the stepping stones that usually provide a more riskier bridge between River and Sky a far easier crossing point for the young apprentice. Without further thinking, the boy hops onto the first one, paws shaky on the landing. He steadies himself with a gasp, before going further to the next one. And the next. Rock to rock until he's on the other side, safe on the ground again and within the river-dwellers' territory.
He did it! He made it across! How scary was that?
The tom's celebrations almost make him forget about his mission, but he shakes his head, rushing forward and continuing his sprint. He'll celebrate later, when his clan is safe.
"H-Help!" he calls out as he runs through unfamiliar territory, hoping his shouts reach someone's ears. "Help! We need help!"
Orange and white paws navigate through snowy landscapes, blankets of white. Panic only further fills him with each step forward he takes. What if he couldn't get there on time? What if help arrived too late? His friends, his siblings, his mother. SkyClan. They all needed him to fulfill his mission. Their safety depends on him.
Paws skid to a stop as he reaches a watery border - the line between SkyClan and RiverClan. Sheepcurl said they were friendly, the last time they'd met a patrol of them on this very border. ThunderClan would have been his first option, would have probably been quicker to reach if it weren't for...
No. No time to think about that. No time to wait at the border either.
But, where? Where could he cross? Greenpaw wasn't born for the river, has no swimming skills whatsoever. Virdian eyes quickly scan for a point to cross over. There. The river is iced over, leaves the stepping stones that usually provide a more riskier bridge between River and Sky a far easier crossing point for the young apprentice. Without further thinking, the boy hops onto the first one, paws shaky on the landing. He steadies himself with a gasp, before going further to the next one. And the next. Rock to rock until he's on the other side, safe on the ground again and within the river-dwellers' territory.
He did it! He made it across! How scary was that?
The tom's celebrations almost make him forget about his mission, but he shakes his head, rushing forward and continuing his sprint. He'll celebrate later, when his clan is safe.
"H-Help!" he calls out as he runs through unfamiliar territory, hoping his shouts reach someone's ears. "Help! We need help!"
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