NO APOCALYPSE, NOT NOW \ search patrol 1

[FERNGILL]

Ferngill's paws moved in a blazing blur. He trusted hi patrol was behind him, they were all competent cats- and he looked back every now and then, only to check that they were at least a few tail-lengths behind. Worried tightening and un-tightening of his jaw sharpened usually-warm features. There wasn't a moment to waste, not a moment to make inviting small-talk, and maybe his Clanmates wouldn't recognise him in this state of seriousness, but this flood brought back some of the worst memories of his life. Shadow-entrenched, of missing faces, of calling names after disaster- more than once he'd found himself in the eye of a tumult like this.

"There's someone over there - look!" he called to his patrol, verdant eye widening. Squinting then to sharpen his view, he called at the figure, then - or maybe there were more, "Over here!"

\ this search patrol is for finding anyone who washed up between sunningrocks and the twoleg camp, along the skyclan border!
PATROL: @salmonshade @carawaysong @STREAMSONG @BLACKFISH @CRAGPAW
MISSING CATS: @SANDPELT @Thornskip @Blackwater ​

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong takes each step with a strange stiffness, her sloped muzzle brought down to be level with her shoulders as she scanned the horizon. she didn't try to lighten the dour mood surrounding the patrol, there was nothing to be light about with their own missing.

black ears twitch at every rustle of leaves as if her clanmates had simply caught a ride upon the cool autumn breeze. it was a silly thought, one the warrior scolded herself for before returning to the task at hand. by then, ferngill had caught something. a tufted head shoots straight up, ears pricking forward as green eyes narrowed to hone in upon what it was the lead warrior saw.

she saw it too- a figure, maybe two. but they didn't come when called. carawaysong's ears flick before she passes her glance along the patrol. "they might be hurt," she mutters before pressing forward to help lend a shoulder if needed. she finds it hard to believe one can simply get swept away and come out unscathed, but maybe starclan was shining brightly upon each of them.

WELCOME TO THE STORM ˎˊ───‎ ༺ I AM THUNDER‎ ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 14 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  " ALL THE STONES AND KINGS OF OLD ⚔︎
  
  WILL HEAR US SCREAMING AT THE COLD "

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[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ They aren't coming for you.

The scathing words in his head had once sounded like his father, displeased and critical of every action. Now, it takes his own featherlight voice, its tone cold with a razor's edge. Surely RiverClan will come for him, but if they do it won't be out of a sense of care. It'll be because they feel like it's their duty to take care of him as their clanmate; if they even notice that he's gone, that is. He hates that he's thinking such nasty things, but he can't get his mind to shut up. He's just so tired. He wants to go home and curl up in his nest and maybe cry a little bit—but also maybe not, because he'd never hear the end of it from some of his denmates.

His wandering thoughts are interrupted by a voice, a shout of over here, and never before has he been so grateful to see the ginger tom who stands on the other side of the river. Sandpelt's entire body seems to deflate, immediately relaxed at the sight of his clanmates on the shore opposite him.

"Oh, thank the stars," he says. Relief wavers its way through his words, clear in the flicking of tan ears and the shining of a golden eye. His legs go weak and shaky for a moment, but the warrior steels himself and pushes his body forward. No matter how exhausted he is, he needs to get home as quickly as possible. And… has the river gone down a bit since he washed up here? He steps closer, paws brushing the water, and peers down into it as though he could somehow figure it out, if he just focused hard enough. His gaze returns to the patrol, and he calls out, "Do y'all think it's safe to swim 'cross?" Looking at the water that separates them, the pale tom wants to say yes, but he'd thought he could make it when the floodwaters had come, and look where he'd ended up. He'd hate to find out where the river would take him if he got swept away again.

drown in the water 𓇢𓆸 burn in the fire

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• SANDPELT ❯❯ he/him, warrior of riverclan
  ❀ pretty, silky-furred tan tortoiseshell with one yellow eye. calm and hardworking, but can become snappy if angered.
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❀ penned by foxlore

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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw struggles to keep his paws steady, his heart still racing from the flood's aftermath. His limbs feel heavy, his fur plastered to his sides, but responsibility keeps him moving. The flood had left devastation in its wake, and every step feels surreal, the world around him seeming quieter now as sticks and branches litter the area. But he is no fool to think he shouldn't still have a sense of urgency.

When Ferngill spots something in the distance, the apprentice's ears perk up, his breath catching. He squints, trying to make out the figure his mentor had called out to. His muscles tense with relief, but Carawaysong's calm words remind him that whoever it is might be hurt. Cragpaw's stomach twists with the possibility. What if it's someone he's friends with, someone they couldn't save in time?

Then Sandpelt's voice reaches them, strained but alive, and the tom's pulse quickens with comfort. He watches as the tan-furred warrior peers at the river, contemplating whether it's safe to swim across. Cragpaw steps closer, scanning the water's flow himself. His swimming had improved under Ferngill's guidance, but the memory of the surging floodwaters is still too fresh to grant him any sort of confidence. He glances toward his mentor, silently asking for reassurance. "It looks calmer than before," Cragpaw says quietly, his voice hopeful. "But...maybe we should check the current first?" They can't risk losing anyone else. Though he tries to sound calm, the fear still lingers in his tone, tightening his chest. He'd made it out of the flood alive, but the threat wasn't over until everyone was safely back in camp.
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