[Zero]

Originally Posted by Duststorm

@Zero to Hero

Eyes wide in fear, the tom had himself backed in the corner of his nest, hackles raised as the pounding rain denched his pelt even through the entwined brambles of the den. His whole body was aching and cold, his ears pinned against the back of his head. Pounding. Caterwauls and screeching. It was overwhelming. Acornfall was shaking like a scared kit. When did I even start? It was clear that he was checking out. Wait, Daypaw? Slowly, Acornfall lifted his eyes to look at the medicine cat. They were saying something. Evacuation? Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, but gingerly the elder rose to his paws and scampered over to the younger cat.

Letting his mouth fall open, Acornfall took in the chaos that was the camp ground. Flooding waters, pieces of dens getting swept away, screeching clan mates. It was so much to take in. He felt like crying. Really, it was impossible for the tom to tell if he was even crying with the way his pelt was drenched. Looking over to Slatestone, then Daypaw, Acornfall stumbled through the mud and pressed himself up against the warrior. His whiskers weren't healed, so one wrong move and the cat could find himself swept away in the waters. Luckily the warrior he had clung to looked strong enough to help him out. Voice coarse, Acornfall turned to Daypaw, "Please be careful getting out!"

Slatestone watched the camp with wide, kitten-like, eyes; his amber orbs following the movement of the other warriors of his clan. However, when Daypaw responded to his offer, they snapped back to the smaller apprentice. "Got it!" He meowed as confidently as he could. "I'll get him out safely!"

The warrior was still startled a bit when the elder pressed himself against him though, having almost thought it was some monster in the water brushing by him. However, he quickly swallowed his fear with one look at Acornfall, knowing that he was responsible for the other's life right now. If Slatestone didn't get him out of this place then he'd certainly drown because of his injuries. But, if that happened Slatestone would be drowning with him. Laying his tail across the other's back to hold him steady against his side, the warrior turned toward the exit. "Lean against me," He meowed, raising his voice against the rain. "We'll take this slow and steady." The warrior watched the water with a slightly worried gaze, but knew that it wouldn't rise above their head yet.