The Rhine (Romansh: Rain; German: Rhein; French: Rhin; Dutch: Rijn) is a European river that begins in the Swiss canton of Grisons in the southeastern Swiss Alps, flows through Germany and eventually empties into the North Sea in the Netherlands. It is the twelfth longest river in Europe, at about 1,233 km (766 mi), with an average discharge of more than 2,000 m3/s (71,000 cu ft/s).
The Rhine and the Danube formed most of the northern inland frontier of the Roman Empire and, since those days, the Rhine has been a vital and navigable waterway carrying trade and goods deep inland. It has also served as a defensive feature and has been the basis for regional and international borders. The many castles and prehistoric fortifications along the Rhine testify to its importance as a waterway. River traffic could be stopped at these locations, usually for the purpose of collecting tolls, by the state that controlled that portion of the river.
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She pads along the riverbank, scenting for prey, when she smells a faint scent. It smells lile horseclan, but the smell of death lingers as well. She looks downstream and sees Ebonpelt's body. She rushes to it. "Oh no." She whispers, sadness in her eyes. She attemps to pick up his body, her legs straining as she carries it back to camp.
Ebonpelt's mind was swirling, racing with thoughts and emotions. He no longer had his collar; he had relieved himself of that before giving what he now knows was a final goodbye to his family. Except for Servalwhisker. He refused to tell her a thing, making sure she didn't know anything was amiss. Instead, he disappeared off while they slept. Now all he had to do was find some running water and he'd be set. Walking along the forest's edge, he scented HorseClan's border marks, even if they were faint. Instead of going deeper into the territory, however, he continued on, using his heightened sense of smell to show him the way. His newfound blindness was not fun, but he could manage. For a bit longer. Awhile later, he finally heard something. Water. It sounded like a river, but he wasn't sure. He padded ever more closer. He was careful not to get in yet, but he sensed that it was in fact a river, near some rapids. He thought he even heard the splashing that water makes against rocks, but it was faint, further down. "I heard," he mutters, "that drowning was an easy way to die." He sighed, slowly wading his way in. Before long, he had trouble even standing; the rapids were too fast. He simply let go, letting the river take its course and pushed Ebonpelt's broken and marred body down, into HorseClan territory to be found by a passing patrol. ~&Xi&beta&sigma&eta&rho&epsilon&iota&alpha &perp This is nothing to be changed about this. Ebonpelt is one of my oldest rps and one I wish to retire. So this is his passing and, well, I'll deal with the fallout. Now let's wait to see how long it takes to be found...