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Re: ShadowClan Evacuation

@starfall
Oh no, he thought as a wave of sympathy washed over him at her words. The feeling was followed and overwhelmed by panic, though, at her next words and her steps toward the water. The large tom had never been in a situation such as this, and he certainly had no experience in comforting someone; he'd have to try, though. This she-cat seemed to have been through a lot, losing three kits. Bearblaze felt mud beginning to cake his own fur, his large paws covered in it and feeling the fowl substance get caught between his toes.
"Listen," he began, unsure of how to go about the situation, "I'm sure StarClan isn't angry with you. It would take more than one cat's actions to cause this if it's StarClan's anger, and from what I see, you wouldn't have done anything horrible. If you don't even know what you did, you must not have anything that would cause a storm like this." He didn't even know this she-cat, but he couldn't help but feel horrible for her, seeing the state she was in. He knew it might take much more than a few of his words to convince the molly, but that's all he could do, and he had to try. "This flooding is not your fault. If you stay here much longer, the water will get to you. Please, come with me." He was desperate. He didn't want to lose a Clanmate when he could've saved her, and she certainly didn't deserve death.
He could only hope she'd listen to him. It was obvious that loosing three kits had taken its toll on her, and all Bearblaze wanted right now was to get her to safety. It looked as if she was getting dangerously close to the water, and the muddy, soaked warrior wanted - no, needed - to get her to come with him. Her talk of death scared him to no end, and if she jumped in that water, he wouldn't be able to follow. His fur would weigh them both down if he tried.
"Please."

@Stormfeather {Foxxi}
Feeling himself becoming weighed down by the water, Bearblaze found it tiring to wade through water that was this deep, but he knew that if he slowed down he'd certainly be swept away by the water. He couldn't swim, and his heavily soaked fur would likely become his demise if that were to happen. The thought made him press on; if he ended up getting engulfed by the freezing water, he wouldn't be able to make sure Fallenfeather got out safely - he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something horrible happened to his Clanmate while he was so close by, whether he had the ability to save them or not.

"Are you doing alright, Fallenfeather?" He asked, looking over to his companion. He had to ask. If she needed assistance or was becoming tired, he had to help her.

Re: ShadowClan Evacuation

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Originally Posted by The Little Robin (Post 334812)

Pinewhisker looked down at the shivering female with a softened smile before lightly shaking his head. “In this whole mess, I saved the life of another - which wouldn’t have happened without you persuading me to stay here and help them.” He remarked, deciding to leave out the part where she saved his life without even knowing it, “It’s alright, we’re both alive and still kicking. That’s what is important.” The brown-furred male gave Needlescar a gentle nudge with one paw, hoping to cheer her up. It delighted him to know that she was glad to see him once more, almost as much as he wanted to see her once again. The lean warrior pulled her closer to him when he noticed her shivering from the cold and Pinewhisker tucked her head under his chin, making sure that she got warm as soon as she could. He looked off for a moment at the filthy, raging water that passed by them, but put no troubling thoughts into his mind about such things. They were here and together, safe and alive for another day - focusing on the positives, as his mother once told him when he was a mere kitten.

The quiet warrior looked at her body, seeing that her fur was plastered against her skin from all the water and wind that had gone against the poor she-cat. He wished that he could’ve prevented this from happening to Needlescar, but there was no use wishing for something that just wouldn’t be happening. His ears twitched at her whispering words and Pinewhisker nodded gently, giving the small she-cat a soft lick over one of her ears. “Get some rest.” He agreed, wrapping his tail around her and keeping the cold body against his own, “Then we’ll join the others when you are ready to head out.” Pinewhisker watched in a peaceful silence as she leaned against him and shut her eyes, her breaths getting slower and more relaxed as she buried her muzzle into his fur. The male smiled and rested his head on her ever so gently, watching over her and vowing then and there to let no harm come to Needlescar.

-I'll reply tomorrow, must sleep ;_;-

Re: ShadowClan Evacuation

@Role

The tortoiseshell she-cat's fur grew hot with embarrassment as Whitestep continued to show her gratitude. As the queen asked her the question, Amberstorm stopped to think for a moment. "Leafclaw?" Amberstorm echoed. "Well, I guess not. In fact, I haven't really seen or talked to Leafclaw in a while, now that I think about it. I'm sorry, Whitestep."

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Originally Posted by Chameleon (Post 334412)

@Fern

He paused," Our territory will be under water forever. What are the chances we'll find dry territory that suits our hunting skills."

"You won't know for sure. It does get quite hot this time of year when it isn't raining. We will figure it out Pinesap," The warrior mewed, looking at the elderly tom. Did he really think they would have to move? Or their territory would never recover?

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Originally Posted by Constellation (Post 334816)

{ohhhhh man that is HILARIOUS. I typed this from my phone at least give me credit xD }

Tigerpaw felt his heart quicken for a second. At her words...she couldn't hate him. Maybe, there was hope. The tom looked away for a second, smiling, before he turned back to his dearest friend. He stepped closer to her, certain that she wouldn't back away from him. "You can't hate me, hm?" He asked, a slight smirk forming on his maw. He looked behind him to make sure no one was overhearing their conversation. There were a lot of nosy cats which made Tigerpaw angry. Then, he turned back to Desertpaw. "Perhaps, I'm just...a lovable feline." His voice was low, deep, only loud enough for her to hear as he whispered into her ear. Maybe it wasn't a time to be joking like this...with everything happening below them. He wondered about her family--where were they? Were they safe? Did they perish in the water? He wanted to ask her these questions, but instead he simply hooked his head around her neck, giving her a few rasp licks, hoping to at least warm her up a bit. He hoped that she didn't mind his gesture. It was a kind gesture. A caring one. He wanted to make up for all lost time, for all the pain he caused her because he knew there was a lot. A lot of hidden misery behind her yellow orbs. And, as for him to. For he listened to Fairypaw, and Fairypaw was right. Loyalty to clan was important, but what about to cats? He was sure Desertpaw would had done the same for him as well. "You need to get warmed up before you get sick." He told her between his licks, hoping at least that in some way they would help her feel warm.

Desertpaw smiled at his joking remark. There was the cat she loved so dearly. Her thoughts went to her family for a moment but as the tom stepped closer her eyes and thoughts were only with him. She was older now... practically a warrior. She could make decisions on her own now, and right now even though there was chaos around her, she just wanted to be with Tigerpaw. She was taken out of her train of thought as he wrapped his head around her neck and began to lick her. Desertpaw let out a few purrs at the gesture. Her trembling body became warm as she leaned into the chest of her dear friend. It had been so long since she felt the rasp of his tongue against her pelt and the low whisper that she welcomed. The she cat smiled as she began to return the raspy licks of her lost love. "What made you go back... to your clan when you left me?" She asked now looking up at him.

(Haha I'm typing on my phone as well so it's cool :) )

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Originally Posted by AnayaDusksong (Post 334831)

Whitestep's ears flattened. "I see," she murmured as her kits nestled close to her. "Thank you." Whitestep frowned as she thought about Leafclaw.

Leafclaw worked his claws on the ground, and his eyes darted from her to the side. "I've been m-meaning to tell you, Whitestep," he started. "Uh-huh?" Whitestep looked up at him with wide, shining eyes. "I was wondering if you maybe would like to be m-m-mates." Whitestep touched her nose to his. "I'd like that Leafclaw." "You would?" "Of course," Whitestep replied as she pulled away.

That was the day they became mates. Whitestep looked wistfully out of the log and to the camp. She heard no wails from a familiar tom. She heard no calling. Her claws tightened on the ground. "Amberstorm," Whitestep murmured. "Can you keep me company? If the water rises I might need more help."

Re: ShadowClan Evacuation

@Role

Sensing the she-cat's disappointment, Amberstorm dipped her head, her heart aching for the queen's lost mate. "Of course I will," she mewed gently. "And don't worry -- everything's going to be fine. You'll be reunited with him soon. I can feel it." Of course, Amberstorm wasn't confident in that statement at all, but it didn't show in her tone and she smiled, holing it would make Whitestep feel better.

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Originally Posted by AnayaDusksong (Post 334891)

Whitestep nodded with a small smile, though her eyes betrayed her expression. She turned and groomed her kit's fur. Hollykit was beginning to stop shaking, and the two identical kits, Willowkit and Berrykit, were almost dry. Owlkit, however was soaking wet. Whitestep moved from Hollykit to Owlkit and groomed his fur the wrong way. She kept her eyes on the camp below, floodwaters raging on the ground. Soon she would know. She would know if Leafclaw was really alive. Had he been hunting and took shelter? Maybe he abandoned them. Or maybe he really did drown. Whitestep stopped grooming her kit to face the thundering storm outside.

Re: ShadowClan Evacuation

@starfall @woly

It happened so fast. Too fast. Marshfur didn't notice it at first until she looked to her right and the golden warrior was no longer there. Suddenly everything was crisp and clear and she was on full alert, she whipped around, scanning the land behind them, hissing as her wounds stung and burned. She could barely see, but soon she did spot Morningpath, half eaten by the void blackness that had tried to eat moments ago. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't find her voice. She tried to scramble back and grab him, but he was suddenly out of reach and water was lapping at her legs again. What had happened? Why had he just gone? Marshfur's mind was gone again, her sore legs scrambling backwards to the top of the hill, slipping on the slick ground as she tried to get herself back up, while also trying to find the tom that'd saved her. It was so dark, and she was so blind. Morningpath's body was nowhere to be found. She wanted to scream out to him, but she was slipping, and soon the muddy waters would be trying to suck her in again, and this time it just might succeed.

Marshfur hissed and whimpered as the terrain scraped her paw pads and her legs, making them more bruised, bloodier. Tears bubbled at her water lines, eyes still frantic for the golden tom. Morningpath had been there one moment and just gone the next as if he hadn't been real. But Marshfur knew, she'd watched the flood swallow him and drag him below the freezing depths. She didn't even know him, but she didn't want to believe he had just given in, just died like that. But if she didn't move, the water would most certainly eat her, just as it had planned to. She turned around, about to shout for Daypaw, but found herself sliding and clawing at the ground, her back legs and tail already being dragged into the water. She yowled for Daypaw, barely audible above the storm and the commotion, her throat hurt. Her claws left marks in the dirt, no matter if she made progress, the flood was still growing and rushing, trying to take her life with all the others it was so greedily taking.

Re: ShadowClan Evacuation

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And no, Daypaw is NOT dying.
Daypaw checked the medcat den one last time. Every last cat had been taken out. Every living being had been passed off for a warrior to help them up, Daypaw ushering up them the entire way. They made it up the hill and down many times to make sure every last patient of theirs had made it safely. Mud caked their body, running up all their legs and their belly fur with contrasted their light cream colored fur. They looked tired. They didnt know the last time they had slept, they didnt know the last time they had eaten anything. They could close their eyes and pass out, and let their body be washed away by the current outside. Their paws hurt from climbing up and down the hill, it was becoming a struggle to breath. Their den was washed out, unsalable herbs floating in the still water, everything Daypaw had worked so hard for go as quickly as they had picked it. They made their way outside of the den, feeling the rain pierce their body like cold daggers. Their fur clung close to their frame. Daypaw was aggressive at times to cats, but right now they just looked small. Small and scared. They had no one to rely on, no mentor to reside in and tell them what to do. Their clan was falling apart infront of their eyes, and Day knew once they reached the top they had injuries to take care of right away. This was going to be a long day. They huffed, continuing to walk outside of the den. Everything was chaos. Cats were screaming for help, cats muddy and look exhausted. The rushing of water felt cool against Daypaws body, the water reaching up to their belly fir at this point. Thunder boomed above them, rain poured onto them but they kept walking against the current, placing one paw infront of another. Their movements were slow, giving out small groans at every step they took. They felt numb and felt everything at the same. They could hear the screaming, the storm, the struggling, the crying, kits away from their parents, but at the same time they felt nothing at all. This was Starclans fault and Daypaw knew it. They gritted their teeth and finally reached the hill. With all the strength in their body they leaped out of the water, claws digging into the murky mudslide that was the hill. They felt a jolt of pain rack through them, specifically their shoulders. they had carried many warriors up this hill single handedly and it was taking a tole. They kept scaling the hill though. They had no choice to, one simple slip would send them tumbling down the hill and into the fast paced water. The water looked so dark from up here, the current was fast, splashing against the side of the hill taunting Daypaw. No. They would do this. They had never felt so alone. They had never felt so scared. They had never felt so little. They could see the top of the hill, cats waiting for the rest of the clan to reach the top for safety. Daypaw smiled, they could heal their patients, they could be useful. No. No no no no. They felt their body weaken. They shivered, claws detaching themselves from the hill. They scrambled to keep hold, only for their paws to be met with slippery mud. Daypaw fell. They yowled, paw reaching out for anybody to take it-anybody, "No!" They screamed in protest, shouted and pleaded for anybody to help them. But they fell. Daypaw fell. They could feel the back of their back land poorly on their tumble down, aswel at the back of their head be hit by a slippery rock. They felt a rush of pain in those areas, like a migraine. Then all they felt was coldness. They opened their eyes and saw nothing but murky water. They tried to open their mouth to gasp for air, instead water filling their lungs with a stinging sensation. They saw something that calmed them. They saw their father,Moutianfog. They saw their mother, Marigoldfur. They saw Cricketpaw. Were they going to die here? Only to be washed away and had their body floating around in disrespect? They wanted to die with honor. They closed their eyes and let their body float for awhile, ling burning for air. They could let it go right now. No nightmares, no dealing with harmful cats, no stress. An anger. No pity from others. They could let it go. It felt relaxing to have the water carry them away. No. They couldnt. They had patients expecting them. They had cats to take care of. Shadowclan needed a medcat in this time, it would be selfish to leave. Their claws caught grip of a rock, hosting their head above the water. They gasped for air, giving a few chokes and water spurred out of their mouth in the process.