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  • I AN AWARE THAT I AM AN ***HOLE//o, capture


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    The first thing Twistedpaw noticed when he slowly opened his eyes was the fact his head hurt to the point of being almost unbearable. The metallic taste of blood was strong in his mouth, likely from where he had bitten his tongue. The next thing he realized was that he was someplace strange. Ears perked in surprise, the apprentice attempted to rise to his paws, but moved too quickly and fell back into a heap on the ground, dizzy, his head pounding. Where was he? After a few moments, everything had come back to him. The rescue raid. How he had thought he was doing so well but ended up getting beaten. So, what would happen to him now? As he thought of Quintain, he began to feel as if the world was shrinking and he could no longer breathe. He hadn't known Quintain but the male didn't remember his name or the clanmates he used to live with. The munchkin didn't want that. What if he never saw Lucien again? Or worse, what if he saw his father but didn't recognize him? The very thought scared him as he curled into a tight ball, burying his battered and bloodied face under his paws. And, as much as he tried to keep himself from crying, a few tears streamed down his cheeks from his eyes that were closed, as if by doing so this whole situation would simply disappear, just as if it had never happened.

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    Work? Twistedpaw raised his head, quickly wiping the tears away with a paw. What was he supposed to be doing? The apprentice rose slowly to his feet, legs shaking with the effort and began to look around. He was surrounded by plants he couldn't identify and, for the first time, he noticed the strange scents in the air. The munchkin's attention shifted back to his captor and the other Cartelian from the raid. "I wanna go home," he whined, fighting the tears that were threatening to return to his eyes. He didn't want to have to stay long enough to find out what 'not so nice things' were.

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    And, just like that, Twistedpaw's fear faded a little, replaced by anger and hate. "Shut up!" he hissed as the caped Cartelian mocked him. At least he'd tried to fight, which was more than could be said for some he'd met that were even older than him. Still, he blamed this entire situation on Mercy. She had been the one to call him a freeloader. Once again, the apprentice was suffering because of his stupid sister. But, this was much worse than having to leave ShadowClan. Whether he saw Lucien again or not - and even if he got out of this alive - was in the paws of these two jerks. His cold and angry gaze remained locked on Thomas as he brought him a bucket of water. Then, after the canine had reassumed his place beside his clanmate, Twisted knocked the pail over. Once he realized he'd actually done what the sheepdog had asked, he growled softly, beginning to pull up some of the plants surrounding him, not even looking very hard to see if they were full grown. "When my father finds out about this, he'll track you down. He hardly ever gets angry, but when he does..." he trailed off with a small chuckle. The munchkin would do his job, get out of here, then they would get their comeuppance. He just wished his head would stop hurting.

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    Twistedpaw was quite proud of the warning he'd given the two and was happy to think of his father coming here to give them what they deserved until he felt the familiar ache in his head once more. This was different than the pain from the wound under his ear, obviously that stupid dog's power again, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. The apprentice collapsed in the middle of pulling up yet another sprouting plant, his strength disappearing quicker than he had ever thought possible. "Stop it!" he yelled, burying his pounding head under his paws. He was thinking of all the things he wished he could do to the saluki, when suddenly, he was instead remembering his other father. Since Frightfur had been assumed dead, Twisted had tried his best not to think of his parent. It wasn't that he wanted to forget the serval, just that he wanted the pain to go away. But now, that day he'd found Lucien lost in thought next to the wrecked home his parents used to share and had received the news that had rocked his world replayed over and over in his mind. The munchkin stayed there for a few moments before lifting his head. When he did, he was met with the whip hitting its mark and once again, pain surged through his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he flinched away from the sheepdog that was now in his face. With a growl and an incredible amount of effort, he rose to his paws and aimed to push Thomas out of his personal space. "Then tell me which to pick," he spat. He could still feel the ache in his head, but he had been able to stifle the worst of the pain.

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    Twisted turned back to the plants, fighting back the urge to speak the insults that were currently running through his mind. He just needed to pick the dog's crops and then he'd be set free. So instead, he kept his thoughts to himself and began his work by spotting what he knew to be green beans hanging from the stems of a large leafed plant. Padding over to the row, he conjured a bucket that looked identical to the one Thomas had filled with water, and picking the beans as gently as possible, placed them into it. All the while, he kept quiet, but didn't appear very happy. Why would he be? He was here against his will, forced to do labor for these stuck-up Cartelians. If there was one thing to be glad about, it was that the crowned Saluki had stopped using his powers to make his headache worse.

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    Twisted had been hyper focused on his task, deciding that if he ignored the Cartelians he'd be far less likely to snap at them. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that he whipped around, the green bean plant in his jaws dropping to the ground. He'd gone crazy. That had to be what was going on. The apprentice had already begun to feel lightheaded, definitely due to his head wound. Maybe it was causing him to hallucinate. Twistedpaw had almost convinced himself that this was the case when the caped Cartelian acknowledged the presence of the serval. So, he wasn't insane, but this situation was.


    "Wha- sh- h- you?" He stammered, unable to put together a coherent sentence. The munchkin's babbling perfectly mirrored his thoughts. It wasn't possible that his father be here, right now. He had died. That's why Twisted and Lucien had left ColouredClan. Why they had joined ShadowClan. Why Twisted had gotten a ShadowClan mentor rather than Frightfur as his teacher, as he'd always hoped. Why he had met Mercy and later had left ShadowClan because of Lucien's past with their leader. Why he and Lucien now lived in Westeros. Why Twistedpaw was here now, captured and forced to work for these Cartelians.


    "I thought- they said you were dead! But-but I knew you weren't!" the tabby feline exclaimed, his whole demeanor changing as he forgot the work he was supposed to be doing. Forget that, he was absolutely certain in Frightfur's ability to get them both out of here safe. Then, everything would go back to being the way it was before all had went wrong. They could go back to Lucien. Oh, his other parent would be so delighted to learn that Fright was in fact not dead, if he didn't known already. Really, the mechanical serval's return would make everything better. That was, after his father taught his captors a lesson. Twisted would be happy waiting to watch them get their comeuppance at the claws of Frightfur.


    //<<3

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    "But I don't wanna leave you!" Twistedpaw called back, moving closer to the gate. That, and he had tons of questions. Can't be killed? But, he knew his father wouldn't be able to focus on distracting his captors with some of his attention of the munchkin. After a pause, he would use his small frame to his advantage in slipping through the gate, hoping both Cartelians were too absorbed in their fight with his father to pursue the apprentice. Then, with one last glance at the serval, he picked a direction and ran as fast as he could, not stopping even as his wounded body hurt more than it had all day.


    //it's all good + i think think that's what I'll do, Yeti :3

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    Twisted was glad luck was on his side, as that was the only thing that had allowed him to get this far. He was lucky that his father had showed up out of the blue long enough to allow his son's escape. The munchkin had chosen a direction at random and fled the scene. Once again, he was lucky not to run into anymore Cartelians. The smell of water flooded his senses and, for a moment, he thought that maybe his luck had run out and he would wind up being blocked from exiting the territory by some body of water. He slowed, skirting around jungle plants reminiscent of ShadowClan's territory, until he was met with the sight of a boat not to far away. Twistedpaw's heart almost leaped out of his chest as he recognized his clanmates abord the vessel. He wanted more than anything to yell out to them, to tell them about how his father needed their help back near the Cartel camp. But, he stayed quiet, hoping no one noticed his presence among the jungle flora, waiting for his opportunity to do what Frightfur had instructed and get out of here.

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    Twisted watched as more of his clanmates, most he could not identify by name, paired off with Cartelians and began to fight. He briefly noted George hanging from the jaws of an unfamiliar wolf. One of his captors was getting the comeuppance he deserved. But, even though he was happy in that respect, he grew increasingly worried for his father. Although Frightfur had said he couldn't die, the munchkin had doubts. He focused his attention on the boat that had brought his Clanmates, remembering the serval's words to get out safely. The apprentice rose to his paws to run for the vessel and spotted the otter who had appeared to lead this rescue. So, instead, he attempted to cut off the aquatic creature as he ran in the direction Twistedpaw had come from. "Hey! I wanna go home," he whined. Even though the middle of battle didn't seem like an appropriate time to do this, he didn't care. He just wanted away from this place.


    //whoop sorry for lack of posting

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    Since his return, Twist had been worried sick. He couldn't forget the fact that he'd left Frightfur back in the Cartel. He said he'd be okay. That he'd catch up and explain everything to his son later. But, had the serval known where him and Lucien were living now? He could recall Fright even saying something about ColouredClan. What if his father went back there? Or, what if he hadn't even gotten out of the Cartel alive? He'd also said something about not being able to die, and Twistedpaw believed him, but he couldn't help but be worried.


    These thoughts running through his mind, the apprentice found himself pacing through a forest. As he looked up through the trees, a new headache blossomed, the pain radiating from the bandaged wound in front of his ear. A similar bandage could be found covering his cheek. Thinking of his wounds, his tongue moved instinctively to touch the gap in his mouth that had once been filled by a tooth but it had been knocked out when he had taken a blow to the face by Thomas' cane. He was on his way to looking like Mercy, he thought with a small laugh, remembering his toothless sister.


    But, as soon as he did so, he also recalled how this entire thing was basically her fault. When they had talked, she was the one who'd called him a freeloader and accused him of not fighting for his Clan. Because of her, he'd gotten captured. She was lucky he hadn't been tortured. What would Lucien have thought of her then? And, by extension, also due to Mercy's words, Fright might be gone for good. Just like that, he went back to thinking of his father. Oh, the feline hoped he was okay.


    //getting back to roleplaying here again,, my activity should go back to being normal throughout this week

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    It was probably for the best that Daresso didn't voice the fact that he was impressed by Twist. The apprentice didn't see his first raid as a great success. He'd gotten captured and, even though he'd been able to distract two Cartelians for even a short amount of time, they had been quite stupid in his opinion. He needed to practice for when he faced a more formidable foe. And, if the Shaytanin had complimented him, Twistedpaw's ego would've made it so he forgot all about that.


    But, the munchkin was in a sour mood, so perhaps he needed some cheering up. Without so much as a glance over his shoulder, Twisted continued on his walk in no particular direction. "Why does that matter to you?" he meowed in a rather cold response. He didn't know Daresso and the other didn't know him. So, they had no reason to be concerned for one another in the tabby's eyes. Although, even though Twistedpaw wouldn't admit it, he didn't mind the Shaytanin.

  • WHEN I SCREAM YOUR NAME — BLIZZARDCLAN MOCK RAID


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    Twisted was quick to appear, thinking at first this was a real attack. But, by his clanmates addressing their 'enemy' with kind greetings and the ragdoll's comment about powers, he gathered that this was some sort of practice fight. With BlizzardClan, he could also tell, because the ragdoll looked familiar from his visit to their Clan seemingly ages ago.


    Even though he wasn't in perfect fighting condition, he would make an attempt to participate. And, as his clanmates had avoided attacking the BlizzardClan leader, Twistedpaw ran right for the other feline, even though she was also more than double his height. Everyone else had an opponent, and the munchkin wasn't one to wait around, so he aimed to leap onto her back. But, he quickly realized his mistake. Were they supposed to use claws? Twisted assumed not. Without a grip on anything, he was sure to be knocked off immediately and he wasn't heavy enough to knock her over.

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    As he'd guessed, Twistedpaw was easily removed from the BlizzardClan leader's back, but not before his own pelt was splattered by the paint meant for the ragdoll. "What-?" he yelled as he tumbled from his position on Sweet. Fortunately, he landed for the most part on steady paws, facing his opponent. But, he was no longer focused on the fight and more on his ruined pelt. Not only did the paint cling to his fur and make him feel uncomfortable, later, he'd have to wash it off with water, something he also hated coming into contact with. Twisted looked around but couldn't locate the source of the 'bomb'. Eventually, his gaze returned to the other feline. Had she somehow done this? That didn't make a lot of sense but, also didn't matter. He had a fight to continue. Rushing towards Sweet once more, this time he hoped to use their slight size difference to his advantage. The ragdoll's longer legs were the perfect height for Twist to aim to squeeze through before also attempting to swipe at her back paws. With luck, he'd manage to trip her and not be crushed in the process.

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    He had needed to get away. Since his return to Westeros after being held in the Cartel, Twisted had been worried constantly. His father, Frightfur, the one who he had believed to be dead, had also been the one to save him. The serval had promised to find him, to explain what had happened in that span of time everyone had said he'd died. But, Twistedpaw hadn't seen him. What if he'd been hurt? What if he didn't know where him and Lucien had moved?


    The munchkin hadn't seen Lucien in a bit, either. He tried his best to dismiss these worries, as he knew his father. Sometimes, Lucien liked to be alone, to take some time away from the rest of the world. But, what if the feline had been so worried about his son when Twist had been captured, that he'd went looking for him? The apprentice hoped not. He didn't want any danger to fall upon his father.


    Every moment he spent in Westeros made him feel as if he were slowly suffocating. He didn't know anyone there, which was probably his fault, so, not only was it uncomfortable, he couldn't stop thinking about his parents. He needed to find someone he could talk to, someone who he knew that would understand. His first thought was Mercy, but he reminded himself that she was the reason he'd been taken to the Cartel. He'd be happy if he never saw his sister again, though it was fun to pick on her.


    Twistedpaw's next option was Dahlia. He hadn't talked to his grandmother much, but she was nice and probably wouldn't mind if the tabby explained what was going on. Maybe, she'd even have some input as to where her son and his father was. So, he was on his way to Eden, in the middle of sparse, hilly, unfamiliar and unclaimed territory. Every so often, he'd stop to rub the sore bandaged wounds by his ear and on his cheek, but, other than that, headed straight in the direction of Eden.


    // @DAHLIA COULTER!

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    That concept of being concerned for someone who wasn't related to you or a close friend still didn't make a lot of sense to him, but they could care about him if they wanted. "I'm fine," he retorted, perhaps a telltale sign that he wasn't. But, that wasn't any of their business. Maybe he was being a bit grumpier than usual, but he didn't care what they thought about him, either. His gaze softened slightly as his turned to the two present that he recognized, Daresso and Mae. "Have you seen my father?" Hopefully he was at least around somewhere.

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    Twisted was unaware that anything important was going on in Eden. After all, he'd just been rescued from the Cartel and, after that, had been more concerned by things other than other Clans, even if it was where his grandmother led. He hadn't informed his clanmates of this impromptu visit, so, if they were aware of Dahlia's trial and exile, he hadn't given them the chance to inform him. Needless to say, he was also surprise to run into the very caracal he had been seeking. At first, he was hesitant to acknowledge that this was Dahlia. But, what would anyone gain by posing as his grandmother? "Woah, what happened to you?" The munchkin had to admit that she looked cool. It just wasn't the appearance he associated with her personality. Although, her wings also reminded him of his father and brother. "Where are you going? I was coming to see you."

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    "Yeah, yeah, clearly," Twisted said, his gaze once again sweeping over her changed form. "But, when I was there, I didn't exactly get the impression of 'hell', you know what I mean?" Although, he hadn't been there very long. It didn't matter if a place looked nice if he'd never lived there a long period of time. Heck, ShadowClan had seemed nice before the munchkin had learned about what Sango had done to his father. "I think I know what it's like to be misunderstood, though." He could recall back in ColouredClan he'd often be left to play by himself, just because he liked different games. That, and he often took things too far and sometimes cheated, but that didn't seem like a very good reason to be left out, at least in his opinion. What Dahlia meant by 'true justice' was something Twistedpaw didn't quite understand, though he kept his mouth shut at the fear of seeming ignorant. Maybe it had something to do with her leadership? Which, as far as he could tell, had apparently ended, seeing as she was going somewhere else. It was unfortunate. The appreantice had liked the idea of having family in those positions, like Fright had been very briefly. "Who's to tell you what opinions you can have?" If there was one thing Twist hated about others, it was the fact that they could be so judgemental. Sure, he could be, too, sometimes, but he was often quiet about it. It didn't seem right that his clanmates could tell him what he could or could not like or enjoy. It was why so many skipped out on his sometimes rough games. But, seeing as she'd asked why he was here, Twist pushed these thoughts away. "I just wanted to talk to someone I knew. Everyone in Westeros are basically strangers," he meowed. That was his fault, because, even though he found it difficult to talk to new people, it wasn't impossible. He just didn't care to get close to anyone, lest he have to move again. Lucien had said Westeros would be safe... "Oh, and I haven't seen Lucien. So you're my best choice."

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    These last few days since his return, Twisted had wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts and his worries. He hadn't even requested the assistance of a medic - did Westeros even have something like that? - and had instead taken to caring for his wounds by himself. He had simply washed away the dried blood caking the fur around them and, after a few tries, managed to conjure a few rolls of bandages, which are what covered the cuts and gashes now. They hurt, but the apprentice didn't care nor did he acknowledge the pain. In fact, he hoped they would leave scars. Then, he would never be able to forget what those Cartelians had done to him.


    The hate for his enemies was strong in his heart. They hadn't injured him badly, and Twistedpaw was thankful he'd gotten out before things went bad. But, it was the fact they'd humiliated him. Reduced him to nothing more than a slave doing the dirty work. He promised himself he'd do the same to them someday and worse. Although, maybe he wouldn't have to. Maybe his father had already given them their comeuppance. He just hadn't seen it. Oh, but he wanted to see it.


    He couldn't blame Fright for telling him to leave. That might be the only reason he'd escaped. But, just because Twist made it out, didn't mean the same for the serval. Scenario after scenario played on a loop in the munchkin's mind. His father being captured. Tortured, in a similar or worse situation that he had been in. Even killed. Maybe he had gotten out but had went searching someplace else. What if he gave up before finding him and Lucien?


    Instead of wallowing someplace he managed to find deep in Westeros territory, Twistedpaw had decided to walk. But, no matter where he went or how fast he was going, he couldnt escape these thoughts. He tried to distract himself by scenting the air and quizzing himself on what creatures may be around. But, he wasn't in the mood to hunt. After he grew bored of that, he began to listen. To the birds and squirrels up in the trees, to the flow of a water source not too far away. Nothing particularly interesting. That was, until he heard a familar voice.


    Twisted was immediately snapped out of his horrible mood. "Dad?" he shouted. Perhaps he should have questioned the situation a bit more. After all, all the apprentice wanted was to see Fright again and it was a bit coincidental for him to show up just as he was thinking of the serval. Perhaps he was hallucinating, daydreaming, hearing what he wanted to hear. But, there was no doubt in his mind that Frightfur was finally here, not this time. So, it was a good thing he hadn't hesitated and had taken action immediately, making a run in the direction of the voice, suddenly flooded by an overwhelming sense of joy.


    As he cleared the forest and the sight of his father met his eyes, he didn't stop, instead continuing to speed toward his parent and finally aiming to wrap his paws around the serval's metallic leg. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here! I can't wait until Lucien sees you! He'll be so happy. We'll all be happy. You'll live here, too! We can hunt together and you can teach me more battle moves! We won't ever have to be separated again." Everything was finally perfect, the way it had been before all of the death and moving and confusion and pain. Back to the way it was supposed to be.