He got arrested. Again. And, again, he was mistaken for Heinous Green.

Raph was getting real sick of this racial profiling. He sat grumpily on the bench in the small four by four cell, his enormous size taking up most of the cell and cramping the other few low lives thrown in with him. He was growling beneath his breath, snarling, “Go to the Hidden City they said. It would be fun they said.” Suddenly, he slammed his fists against the iron bars and yelled, “RAPH IS NOT HAVING FUN!”

He was about to hit the bars of his enclosure again before a voice spoke up behind him. Some old dude in a blue cloak gestured for Raph to come closer as he whispered mysteriously, “Do you desire freedom, little one?” Well, Raph wasn’t little— but he did desire freedom. However, everything about this screamed stranger danger and Raph couldn’t help but squint his eyes suspiciously, “Raph does desire freedom but what’s in it for you, huh?”

The old man grinned wickedly beneath his hood and simply stated, “Entertainment.” Outstretching a wrinkly old hand for Raph to shake, he asked quietly, “Do we have a deal?” Raph knew it was probably a bad idea, but… damn he really couldn’t handle being away from his brothers for much longer either. So, with a grumpy huff, he shook the old wizards hand. A tingling sensation went up his arm, causing him to gasp and let go, but the tingling didn’t stop as it quickly travelled through his whole body.

“What the…?!” Were the only words Raph got out before he swayed dangerously and— BAM! Raph hit the ground. When he blinked his eyes back open he couldn’t help but notice everything was… smaller. Shakily, pushing himself onto his newfound paws he took a moment to process what he was looking at. He was a cat, a giant Maine coon cat. He yowled and hissed at the wizard laughing hysterically before he realized he could squeeze through the bars. So with a final hiss at the wizard, he squeezed through, and sprinted his way out of the jail and onto the busy streets of the Hidden City.