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Originally Posted by corgi
@arié
Creekgaze was beginning to consider forsaking the whole 'staying-in-Riverclan' thing.
It was abundantly clear that cats like them didn't belong-- they'd never expected anything like a flood to occur in their Clan's territory, but the slim tabby had found the hard way that Starclan really did do whatever they really wanted; even if it meant claiming another few cats for their own.
The partially deaf feline let their ragged breaths slow, into the regular pattern they usually found them to be in, and shook their thick pelt to and fro-- having accidentally fell into a small stream (they had failed to make out the babbling noise of it close to their paws,) they shivered. It was, quite frankly, an unbearable predicament, but the Shadowclan warrior would much rather prefer this to being dead.
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Smokestep, who had been sitting along the river grooming himself trying to seek peace away from the busy camp of the clan who helped them, shook his head to clear away the sleepy thoughts. The big smoke black male looked to his right and saw the she-cat sitting at the side, her wet fur clinging to her frame. He stood up and slowly padded up to the cat, making sure she knew he was there.