Pinewhisker was relieved when their pace towards the drier land was quickened as Bumbledawn started to assist him, his paws kicking under the murky, darkened water with his own. The mud that washed into his eyes made him want to cry out in pain, but the male knew that if he did that, the cat he was saving would be lost from his grasp, so he held on. He fought through the pain and the terror inside of him, but adrenaline pumped through his veins and the warrior didn’t stop. “Almost there..” He mumbled through the warrior’s scruff, one of his paws flashing out to grip onto the land, but the mud soon broke away and the tom-cat hissed in frustration, using all the strength he had to pull Bumbledawn up and somewhat heave him up onto the drier land until the soaked warrior could get a grip. He let go of his scruff and heaved the other male’s flank with his muzzle, boosting him onto the dry surface. “Come on, pull yourself up there!” Pinewhisker shouted to Bumbledawn, “You’re almost there, I won’t let anyone drown!” There seemed to be strict fear in his tone and the tom was certain to let anyone he found live to see another day.

The lean warrior noticed the other tom’s lack of effort now and he knew that he was losing strength as each moment passed. The mud underneath his paws was starting to give out and Pinewhisker uttered a yowl of pained strength as he heaved Bumbledawn onto the dampened grass that was freed from the flood. “Get to safety to the rest of the clan!” He hissed at the tom-cat, who was now free from danger, for now, at least, “Go on! Hurry!” The mud that was between his claws gave away and the current dragged the brown-striped male under, sweeping him into the current before he was bashed against a tree branch and the male dug into paws into the bark, breaking through the surface once more and gasping for breath. “Foxdung..” Pinewhisker coughed, his body shaking from the cold and shock.

Darkness surrounded Blackfrost as her body went underwater, engulfed by the muddy, raging water and at the moment, she feared death would come to her. A silent scream came from the she-cat’s jaws, but only water flooded into her mouth and made her gag. Soon enough though, another force grabbed the warrior and helped her to the surface. Once her head broke through the surface, Blackfrost gasped for air and dug her claws into a branch that passed through the water. She noticed the Crowhawk was the one to save her and the she-cat pulled the branch over to him so he could hold on. “Grab onto this!” She urged her mae, feeling her body being pulled by the current. All around her were yowls of terror and the rushing rage of flood water surrounding them. She didn’t want to go out like this, no, she wanted to live with Crowhawk and have a family someday with him - she would not die by this.

Pinewhisker clung to the thick tree branch, shaking slightly as he caught his breath with each intake and exhale. His ears perked at a voice and his head turned to lock eyes with Bumbledawn on the higher ground, looking at him with worry as he called out to make sure that he was alright. “I’m fine, just go! Before the water reaches that area too!” He called back, “Don’t worry about me, there are more to save! Help the others on land get to safety!” Pinewhisker then turned away from the other tom-cat, his body shaking as water rushed over him, soaking the tom is cold, filthy water. He could hope that Needlescar was safe and sound.

Newtpaw didn’t know what to do, her eyes were forced shut as she dug her claws into the branch, but the wet material was slowly breaking under her paws force and she knew that her makeshift holder wouldn’t last much long. Then, a voice rang out through the terror and water that stung the small cat’s ears - it was her name being yelled by a familiar voice. It made her lift her muzzle up and yowl again, her tone pained and almost to the point of crying, “Lionpaw!” The apprentice whimpered out and she hugged the branch like a lifeline until the water around her seemed to shift and a pair of jaws gripped the back of her neck and the she-cat was yanked away from the branch, a force pulling her to safety. Her muzzle dipped under the water a little bit now and then, but overall, she was able to breath as she kicked her shorted legs in assistance to help get them to drier land. All of this made the poor apprentice want to curl up and cry, this was overwhelming and terrifying to her in every way possible - especially with her problem in her form.

Soon enough, there was solid ground under her as Lionpaw rested her on the dampened grass and Newtpaw collapsed on the surface, her paws weak and heavy underneath her as she coughed out mouthfuls of water that made her feel sick and horrible inside. She could hear the violent coughing of Lionpaw beside her that soon turned to heavy breathing before he nudged her, urging the small apprentice to get moving with the rest of the fleeing clan. His words were muffled in her ears as she was overwhelmed and driven to slight shock over the whole experience. The small apprentice nodded to his words, too scared and shakingly cold to talk at the moment. Tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes and she buried her muzzle into the tom-cat’s neck, whimpering in terror. “L-Lionpaw.. I’m so scared..” The words were small, like a kitten and it was the first time that Newtpaw wasn’t the confident cat she always was - no, now she was terrified beyond belief.

Blackfrost was relieved when her mate grabbed onto the branch with her, the two of them now hanging on for dear life as they went along with the current, past cats that were struggling to keep their heads above water. She wanted to help them, but the warrior knew that this branch would only be able to last for a little while longer. The long-furred female looked at Crowhawk, her ears pinned against her head in fright of this whole situation. “I.. I’m alive.” Blackfrost told him, honest, “Both of us need to get to safety..” Her voice was low, scared and just uncertain of what was to come for the two of them. She uttered a hiss of pain as rocks scraped against her flank from under the water and she looked around, her eyes widening as she saw a root of a tree sticking out of the mud. “There!” She exclaimed, pointing to the root coming out of the wall of mud, “We can grab onto that and pull ourselves up to the higher ground!”