[ophelia]

[ @teddy. @Estelle ]
WHISPERSONG
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The lilac molly was sleeping in her nest at the back of the warrior’s den. It was the smell that woke her first, a curious scent that bit at her nose and scratched at the back of her throat. Confused and bleary-eyed, she unfurled from her curled up position and looked around. The yelling came next. With a start, the silent she-cat darted out of the den to find havoc bearing down on the camp. Shocked, she stood still for a moment, taking it in. Burning debris hurtling her way startled her from the daze and she ducked out of the way, barely avoiding it.

Twilightstar she yelling, commanding the clan to get to the river. Whispersong looked around frantically. Help your clan mates. All around her was chaos. Her clan was darting around, finding friends and family. Through the haze, she caught sight of a white cat near the nursery, a bundle in his jaws and confusion in his eyes. She hurtled towards him, leaping nimbly over the growing ruins of their home. There would be time to grieve later.

“Coldmilk!” she called, her voice the loudest it had ever been. She stood beside him, shoulder brushing his in support. “This way!” she told him, starting off towards the camp’s entrance, hoping it hadn’t yet been blocked by the blazing inferno.