The small apprentice was silent, her eyes darting to cats as they rushed past them, fleeing like the whole forest was on fire. It was truly a scene that would be burned in her mind until the end of time and even now, the feeling of being surrounded by dark, murky made her eyes widen with terror, knowing that the flood could catch up with them each minute that passed. She never wanted to know that feeling again, the sense of being trapped with no air, no escape, nothing but darkness around her. Her jaws parted ever so slightly to breath in and out in short, shallow breaths, but no matter what, she did not stop in her pace. Right now, Newtpaw wanted to get away, to run away from the terror that had just happened to her. The long-furred female glanced at Lionpaw, who was close to her side, knowing that without him, she wouldn’t have had the chance of making it out of that deathtrap. She leaned against him slightly, breathing in his scent and making sure never to close sight of him. Before it got too weird though, she pulled away and looked down dully at her paws as they brushed through the muddy, dampened green grass.

His words, abrupt and without warning to her, make the apprentice jump slightly, being so deep in her own traumatized mindset. She opened her mouth, but no words seemed to be heard at first and Newtpaw didn’t know what to say - was she truly okay? She was alive and that was all that she could think of, but the apprentice knew better than to worry the tom-cat. “Yes.” Her response was quick, almost sudden, “I’m perfectly fine.” Newtpaw paused and turned her head to look back at the camp that they were leaving behind - her home. The she-cat shook her head and turned away from the scene, the horrific yowling of terror still ringing in her eardrums. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them, looking to the path before them. She started to walk ahead, at a quickened pace. She attempted to run as fast as her fleeing clan, but alas, she could not, due to her shortened legs. Newtpaw fell back and walked alongside her friend, silent now and looking down at her paws as thoughts seemed to swarm her head and nightmares seemed to form, even though she was not sleeping.

His question made her pause for a moment and think - where would they go now that their home was submerged in water? The long-furred warrior knew not where they would go nor what would come for the fate of Shadowclan themselves. Blackfrost shook her head and looked back at the camp, seeing dens collapse under the force of the water and heavy branches move through the current rather quickly. She then looked to her mate, knowing as much as she did about their future fate. “I don’t know.” The warrior replied, honest with the male, “Though, judging on the direction we’re heading, I think we’ll be staying with Riverclan for awhile since the water disperses.” Blackfrost quickened her pace, mud sliding in between her paws and making the warrior slip and slide every now and then because of the rushed pace she was after to catch up with her clan. “Let’s not worry about that now though, we have each other and that’s what’s important.” She said in hope to reassure her mate's idle worrying and concern, “We’ll get through this, together. We’re warriors and we don’t let something like this get us down.”

The small apprentice did not know how to properly respond to her friend’s words of comfort and promise, though she did lift her head slightly to peer at him with unanswered questions lurking within her eyes. Would he hold to his word in the end or would something happen and she would lose him like everyone before him? Newtpaw knew, deep down, that she shouldn’t be thinking like this, especially now of all times. “I believe you.” She finally decided to say to Lionpaw, but did not look at him when doing so, “Come on, we don’t want to get left behind.” The horrifying images and feelings that swarmed her mind made the apprentice want to collapse right then and there, but she couldn’t - not now, not yet. There was no time for rest, nor was it time to feel sorry for herself. She shook her head, attempting to get those terrible sensations out of her thought process, and quickened her pace, moving through the grass rather quickly as her heart pounded in her chest. Newtpaw glanced behind her to look at her best friend only once, hoping that he would follow. For now, all she could do was hope that he would keep to his every word.

Now that Bumbledawn had gotten to safety, Pinewhisker clung to dear life as his grip on the floating branch was slipping. The murky, strong current was seeming to latch onto his fur, mustering all the force and strength to take him down with it. The young warrior was shaking from the cold, filthy water that soaked his short, brown fur and it stung his eyes, preventing him from properly seeing everything. His eyes widened in horror as cats flailed in the water, being dragged away by the current past him and the tom-cat reached out, wanting to help them, but alas, it was much too late for him to do anything now. The sound of something moving made his ears perk and he turned his head, only to look on in horror and surprise as a large mass of tree branches came rushing towards him in the water and slammed into him, causing Pinewhisker to slip from his hold and his whole body went under, tumbling through the darkened waters as he was thrown against rocks and branches alike, the tom-cat opened to jaws to scream out for help, but only filthy water flooded his mouth and made the tom-cat want to throw-up in disgust and for lack of air in his lungs. He desperately flailed his paws, hoping to find the surface of the water and to his luck, his head broke through the surface and he took the moment to utter a chilling yowl of distress. “Somebody, help me!” Pinewhisker shrieked, his tone straggled by the lack of air that was coming to him and the exhaustion in his system. He soon went under again, crashing into the bottom of the watery depths and his eyes widened as one of his back legs got trapped within some stones around the bottom of the flood waters, trapping him under the surface. He thrashed violently in order to get free, but his body was already so weak from fighting from before and for once, the warrior thought that he wasn’t going to make it.