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Skunkpaw
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Skunkpaw stared hard at the river, keeping his distance as he always had with a frown on his face and a scoff in his tone as he turned away from it, great plume of a black tail curling up behind him in a mimicry of an actual skunk before stomping away back into the territory to the temporary camp. He had come out here to try and overcome his fear of the water, but quickly decided against it upon seeing the rush of the current. Something about it felt unnatural, upsetting. He couldn’t wrap his head around cats willingly throwing themselves to such an untameable force. The black and white tom had been born in RiverClan, yet he felt so out of place here and unsure of himself. Constantly wondering if he belonged when he was too afraid of the water to even accept the river of their very name. No part of him really cared to learn, he remembered seeing other kits in the nursery being coached and coddled by the river's edge, something his mother had not done once as the other queens did, too often she was off doing something or another outside of it and left him and his sibling to another queen's watchful eye. For whatever reason, the other cats there had not exactly been friendly though they had not been unkind either. It had crossed him as a muted tolerance if anything.
Sablepaw had overheard, at one point, cats insisting they go back. Go back to ShadowClan, a place they had never been before but a place their parents and Fogthief had fled from supposedly. The explainations were mixed, he wasn't sure what to believe and he didn't really care.
Skunkpaw only cared about the now, the current, the present. The past meant nothing to him because it wasn't his. He was river born, after all. That had to mean something. Sucking in a breath he turned back to the water with a sigh, dejected.
"How do I even start..."
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Skunkpaw is a drypaw and can't swim!