camp years staring at the sea ࿐࿔ flash flood

[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✦˚✦˚✦.˚✧

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The slow, steady drip..... drip..... drip...... drop..... of a rain freshly misted almost seems to echo through the willow-woven den. The inside of the den is not perfectly sealed from the damp onslaught, a pattering that threatens ever closer to the heads of sleeping she-cats. Tangled in comfortable, warm embrace, Lichenstar can almost pretend in her half-asleep state, that they are swimming in the river together, splashing and playing like they had once as wild-hearted teenagers.
  
  It takes time for her body to register the chill that permeates thin fur and scar tissue. To rouse her from what rare pleasant dreams she can cling to... An ear flicks where a bullet of cold drops onto it, and then another down the plane of her forehead. Pale eyes wink open, disgruntled and at first are not certain of the shimmering reflection that stares back at them.
  
  She shifts, unraveling her limbs from the soft, plush fur of her deputy, before murmuring to her softly, "Hazecloud... wake up...." Stumbling to her paws, the lynx point can hear the squelch under-paw... it continues with each stride towards the entrance of her den, staring out against the blinding light with a maw held agape in surprise.
  
  There is a thin layer of water... that lines the entire camp, seeps into every den and wets every nest. It splashes with each movement and she can't recall something like this ever happening before. The river... had it become so overfull by the recent storms? That it crept up the crest of their little island to submerge the floor?
  
  "What.... is happening?"
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  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  
  ooc notes ✦ there is a thin layer of water covering the entire floor of the camp....
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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[loonpaw]

A terrible shriek emits from the reed-lined entrance to the apprentice's den. Its source becomes apparent a moment later when Loonpaw shoots out of the den's mouth, her split-hued jaw parted in a miserable wail. The sturdy young apprentice's fluffy fur is half-plastered to her body with water, the very fact of which appears to be the root of her misery. Her stout limbs tremble under their coating of drenched chestnut-brown fur, and her thick puffball of a tail is shellacked pathetically against her haunches. On another RiverClanner, this would be a typical sight, one eliciting admiration, even. On Loonpaw, it's just sad, especially when paired with her tear-filled eyes and shivering body.

" Duckpaw! " she wails plaintively, teary golden eyes searching the camp for her sister's not-quite-matching pelt. In her tizzy, Loonpaw has no idea where Duckpaw has, whether she still resides in the nest next to hers or if she's already awake or—or if the river got her. The very thought, that the river has finally returned to claim Loonpaw and her sister once and for all, nearly sets her to caterwauling again. The water laps insistently at Loonpaw's fluffy forepaws, eliciting a pained whimper from the apprentice. " Duckpaw! Duckp— "

" Ow! " Loonpaw's peekaboo fangs dig into her lower lip, tears streaking her dark cheeks. In her effort to scramble onto the first elevated surface nearby—a smooth rock—one of her curved claws has been wrennched, sending a wave of pain through the sepia's forepaw and up into her leg. " Owowow—Duckpaw!" She cries for her sister again; surely Duckpaw will know what to do, she thinks. Lichenstar is blinking at the exit to the willow den, but Loonpaw wouldn't even think of approaching the terrifying leader, much less asking her about what's happening.

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[TURTLEDOVE]

—————————————————【 riverclan | warrior | she/her 】————————————————

【◈】Water was no problem for Turtledove. It couldn't be! She was a RiverClan warrior after all. It was odd, though, when the water was where it wasn't supposed to be. Turtledove, in her fresh, new nest woke up with a confused chirp at the feeling of a wet pelt. She could have sworn she groomed her pelt properly after her swim last night.

Green eyes blink wearily in the dim light of the warrior's den to see a layer of water covering the floor "What the..." The stocky warrior tripped over her denmates with hurried "sorry"s as she scrambled from the den into the camp center. The whole camp was wet! She darts her eyes to Loonpaw wailing and panicking in the puddle that was camp. Turtledove hurried over and made a low cooing noise. "It's okay, Loonpaw! It's just water!" That probably wasn't going to help, but she truly didn't know what else to do. But she knew who would.

Turtledove's eyes snap to a pale figure pushing from the leader's den, seemingly also confused about the camp's current state. "Lichenstar! Something's up with the river!" She hurried over to stand with her leader and gaze over their once dry camp. What were they going to do?

[penned by muddly].

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[splashdance]

Like a frog in a slowly boiling pot of water, Splashdance doesn't wake as the river rises, dousing the camp in a thin layer of wet. It's Loonpaw's shrill cries that wake her, her head once rested against @MIDNIGHTASH 's side, now shooting up. (Her tail remains lazily in @pebbletail 's nest; she's always been a restless sleeper and she isn't quick to correct her behavior.) Turtledove is among the first to exit the warrior den whilst Splashdance shakes her shaggy fur of the droplets of water that clung to it. Eventually she heaves herself to her paws, lips pressed into a thin line as her webbed toes flex into the waterlogged earth beneath them.

It reminds her of the marsh. Her memory had failed her, in truth, but this moment is so prominent in her mind and she detests the musty scent that clings to the thought. Her gaze flits to Midnightash, almost fearful that the other may criticize her reaction. Loonpaw's continued whining makes her cringe, knowing full well that if it was her... she'd be an outsider once more.

Hopefully with Midnightash by her side, she slips from the warrior den (leaving Pebbletail behind.) She can't help but survey those who wake to find their camp borderline flooded and meekly ask, "So this... isn't normal?" There wouldn't be as much outcry if it was, she thinks.​

 

[BUGBITE]

His dream starts out nice, in a field where he hunts mice, the sounds of a babbling creek nearby... It's almost heavensent, besides for the fact that eventually, as soon as he sinks his teeth in to the eighth mouse, the creek begins to rise. In his dream, he watches it curiously from a distance... Until it rises to cover him, too. No matter how hard he thrashes, he cannot stay above, and its getting dark, and he can't swim and oh Starclan he's going to die!

Eventually, the dream becomes too much to bear on his poor heart and he wakes with a jerk, albeit groggily. He can breathe... So it must be @STREAMSONG returning from a swim, right? Thats why he's soaked as well, fluffy, well-groomed fur suddenly heavy.

He addresses his mate when hes finally coherent enough to talk. "Streamsong.... We've talked about coming to the nest soaked...!" his sleep-tinged voice is laced with a whine, though not entirely serious nor is he mad at her as he stirs in their shared nest, subconsciously untangling himself from her as he presses his nose against her cheek. As the fog from his mind lifts, he realizes one thing: she had been entwined with him for a while, so it couldn't have been here. He rises upwards, stumbling slightly as cogs turn within his brain. It all clicks at once: the warriors den had been flooded with about a good bit of water.

He had heard of the flood from a long, long time ago in leafbare... But his parents had always insisted it was a one time thing, nothing like it would happen again... Oh, how wrong they were!

Panic rips through his chest like wildfire and he tries to yank Streamsong up to her paws by her scruff, his first immediate thought was to get her to safety, get her up, awake, alert. "Starclan!" he hisses under his breath, and if shes finally awake, he quickly departs out of the warriors den in hopes that she'll follow him. "We- We need to get to higher ground, right? Right?" still not fully awake, he prepares for the sudden flood of water to come rushing over the camp, taking the dens with it, taking the kits and the queens and oh Stars his stomach twists and turns. And oh, his apprentice! He scans the camp quickly for Tanglepaw, trying his best in the small game of i-spy.

𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖶𝖱𝖠𝖯 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖴𝖯 𝖳𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 ｡˚ 𓇼 𝖳𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖭

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  ❥ bugbite ʚ♡ɞ bugpaw
  ❥ cis male ʚ♡ɞ he/him ʚ♡ɞ 27 months
  ❥ riverclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring tanglepaw
  ❥ red cameo with white and blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ sharp-edged & sleek
  ❥ "speech, B3D9B2" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ mates with streamsong ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like lotus' and moss ʚ♡ɞ hint of something sweet
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[ONYXKIT]

༺♡༻ Onyxkit dreams of swimming. Of diving into the deepest parts of the river with a laugh, unafraid and more than a little show-offy.

She wakes to the feeling of choking. Like when her swimming went wrong, just before it went right. She wakes with a gasp, which only fills her lungs further - and then she is sat up, coughing and sluttering. The salty taste of brackish water coats her tongue, and her eyes blink against water droplets.

She went to sleep in the nursery. Now, she is in the river again.

Dark paws push against @claythorn in a panic, shaking the queen urgently. "Mama!" she wails, blearily taking in what's happened. "Mama wake up, the river's in here!" She sniffles. Now, she feels the fear of the water. She tries with all her tiny might to shake her mother awake. "And it got in my mouth and I don't like it," the kit whines. It's not supposed to be here. Someone needs to get it out - or get her out, before it rises above her head.

‎‎┌── SEE, THE SEA WANTS TO TAKE ME ༺♡༻ ( DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HELP ME? ) ──┐‎

• no ref yet!
  

  "SPEECH"

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  ONYXKIT ༺♡༻ she / her, kit of riverclan, three moons.
  ➳ an elegant blue and black molly with a thick mane around her neck.
  ➳ headstrong and vain, always hungry for attention.
  ➳ claythorn xx otterbite, sister to dark-kit, sparrowkit, eelkit, & dropletkit
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[claythorn]

// small tw of pstd-esque reactions in the first two paragraphs!

Water. It was touching her, and not by choice- it was suffocating her pores, soaking her flamed fur. Eyebrows were drawn together, lips pulled back in a snarl. A threat, to the rogues that kept pushing her head under. A threat, to the flood that stared down the Ripple Colony. A threat to every little thing that had attempted to drown her in her measly life- it is her daughter's paws that send her into a frenzy, eyes snapping away and on her paws in an instant.

Her shoulders heave, riding the coattails of the night terror, wide eyes staring at Onyxkit. She forces her fur flat, tries to still her trembling paws, even her breathing. No, it wasn't just her life depending on her anymore, it was five little bundles- three she brought to this world, another two she had kept within it. She was duty bound to keep all five alive. Their lives over hers. Vision turned, sweeping the den. How soaked it was, how the water lapped... and it was still rising. "Up." She whispers, then she looks at her children once more. "Get up!" She booms to the entire nursery, rousing the other four of her own.

"Get out of the den- now!" Claythorn urges all five. They're too big for her to carry of them right now, but her teeth fix fast around @DROPLETKIT's scruff, nudging the other four out of the nursery. To be trapped in that woven thing with the water rising meant death. Higher ground. They needed higher ground. Her head turned, urging the rest of the inhabitants of the den out alongside her kin- then back forward. Claythorn carried her kit, leading the others towards the rest of camp. "Lichenstar!" She called through the scruff of her daughter.

"It's a flash flood. We need to move." She snarled out. Her tail swept around her young then. "Otterbite! Cicadaflight!" Claythorn's head turned, searching for her mate's- and her best friend's- assistance in herding their young.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"
  tagging those mentioned!
  @DARK-KIT @ONYXKIT @eelkit @SPARROWKIT @CICADAFLIGHT @otterbite @/lichenstar

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[robinheart]

She dreams of stone grey fur and curled ears. The dampness of unruly fur and rattling of waterlogged breaths, each one fought to remain by her side. Her mind brings forth memories of herb scented pelt and rhumey eyes determined to keep fear away from new mother, to keep trepidation tucked away in stubborn warrior chest. The dream feels so real. The flickering warmth of her mate's damp pelt pressed against her. The brackish aroma of one rescued from the ruthless storm borne waves.

"… Brookstorm?"

She awakens with a start. Citrine eyes bleary from sleep struggle to take in the scene around her. Her heart skips within her chest at the sight of waterlogged fur, dampened by encroaching river that slowly fills the nursery. Robinheart struggles to her paws, wincing as the chill of the morning stiffens her hind leg and nearly causes her to stumble forward. "Kits, wake up. Wake up please," she urges of her children - her trio she seeks first and foremost. If needed, she gently presses her nose to their cheeks, urging them to wake from their own dreams.

Once they are roused she looks to the rest of the nursery residents. Her ears fall back at the fear in the voices of the queens and kits. The worry flickering in the eyes of queens who have yet to experience a flood… the queens cursed to experience yet another flood (Robinheart looks for Apricotflower in that moment). "We need to stay calm and stay together. Rivuletkit, Redkit, and Algaekit help look after Claythorn's kits. Buddy up with them - they aren't as strong swimmers as you three yet," Robinheart instructs with an air of authority she has never displayed before. In all the times she has failed as a queen she will not fail now. She'll look to her brood, searching their eyes for understanding, before looking to Claythorn and her kits - watching the younger queen try to usher them from the nursery.

"Come now, kits. Stay with Claythorn and her kits. Everyone stay together," she urges, nosing them forward before turning to help another queen gather up Gladefrost's newborns. She'll not leave behind the only remnants of her best friend - they too will not be lost to the river as their bloodline has been.

// tagging @ALGAEKIT @Redkit @rivuletkit mama's got a job for you!​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Rockpaw.]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ He has long been used to the sound of rushing water living next to the river as it constantly raced downstream; it grew to be nothing more than background noise. The murmuring in the apprentice den slowly rose him from a deep sleep into a lighter one until a scream of terror startled him awake. In Rockpaw's sleep-filled haze he looked around at cats slashing around in shallow water confused. It took the dry paw apprentice a moment or two of looking around the flooded den to realize what was happening.

A scream ripped out of his throat as he scrambled to get to his feet. His waterlogged nest squished with every adjustment, but there were no dry spots to be found. He turned to his water loving best friend horrified his lightly soaked body involuntarily trembling. "Basspaw we need to leave right now, it's not safe here!" he cried out. And go where he didn't know.

If the water got any higher, he'd be done for. Even after all these moons, he still hadn't had the courage to learn how to swim correctly, and now his stubbornness has bitten him in the butt.

ooc Information

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  Rockpaw— He/Him ･ 9 moons ･ Riverclan apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A charcoal ticked Tom with a yellow chest and underbelly.
  
  ☀︎ Tags​

 

[rivuletpaw]

In truth, Rivuletkit has been up for hours.

She remains in her mother's nest dutifully, but her tail plays with the rising water as it sweeps in. Gentle splashing that does nothing more than a ripple in the waves, the child sees little issue as it grows larger and larger. Perhaps a part of her feels confident in RiverClan's abilities, unyielding to the river it harnesses. Or maybe she believes herself still asleep, playing with remnants of dreams and nightmares.

Shouting begins and the white and grey she-kit blinks, looking about the nursery with widening eyes. Only then does urgency caress her otherwise calm visage. Claythorn is quick to scramble to her paws and call for help, just as Robinheart is eager to instruct those of the nursery. She and her brothers are nudged to help Claythorn and her littlelings, and obedient is the spritely kitten, moving quickly through sloshing water to find the feather-fur coat of @ONYXKIT .

"Hey!" She chirps, as if their lives are not in danger. "My momma says we gotta buddy up," Rivuletkit continues, slowing her pace to match the younger kit's sluggish trot. "Don't worry - I'm a strong swimmer. That's what my mom says! You can bite my tail and I'll keep you afloat!" She doesn't dwell to think on if that would work.
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[STREAMSONG]

The groggy, half-aware meows of her clanmates would not initially be heard. Not even Bugbite's pitiful whines against her side would cause the woman to stir. Deep in sleep, Streamsong was snuggled curled up beside her mate, basking in the comfort and warmth of his presence in their joint nest. She would only rise with panic as Bugbite yanked her to her paws by her scruff, quickly coming to her senses. Panic striken yowls of concern soon reach her ears and she finds herself glancing at her mate with a concerned expression as she finally registers what's happening. The camp is flooding... the camp is flooding and he and others can't swim...

"The camp is flooding! Everyone out of your dens NOW!" She calls in response to Bugbite's question about moving to higher ground the second her paws hit the camp's earthy surface. Right on the tail of her mate, she finds herself spinning around in search of her own apprentice, @MERLINPAW ✦ . Her call only echoes Claythorn's concerned yowl towards Lichenstar, desperate for the clan to hear her. Panic began to sink beneath her fur, and she found herself at odds of what to do. She couldn't leave her dry-paw mate to fend for himself... surely he'd drown. Her apprentice had only just been assigned to her and she was still unsure of his exact capabilities. Could he take care of himself?

What about the kits and elders? There were so many cats in camp who surely were in need of help and she couldn't help them all. She felt useless, helpless, and terrified all at once. What were they going to do? "Merlinpaw! Tanglepaw!" She calls for their apprentices, needing to verify that they were alright. As soon as they did, they could start helping the others evacuate. It wasn't safe here anymore. "We need to help get the kits and elders to safety..." Streamsong glances anxiously at Bugbite, trying to determine if he could handle such a task right now.

WE TANGLE ENDLESSLY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ LIKE LOVERS ENTWINED

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• STREAMSONG
  ↪ streamsong / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 27 moons / ages realistically on the 4th
  ↪ warrior of riverclan / mentoring merlinpaw
  ↪ lh silver ticked tabby w/ low white (carrying non-ticked)
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[Foxpaw!]

Foxpaw poked his head out of the apprentices den, a squeak of alarm coming from his jaws as he realized the rest of the camp was indeed just as soaked as the rest of his den. He waded across the flooding camp towards the nursery, concern for his mother and younger siblings flashing in his orange eyes. He took to nosing his siblings and Claythorn's kittens out of the den, weaving reassuringly around Robinheart briefly before turning his attention back to the younger cats.

Touching his nose briefly to @rivuletkit 's forehead, he looked down at @ONYXKIT beside her. "You can climb on my back if you have trouble staying up," he offered. "I'm taller than you and I've been swimming longer so it'll be easier for me to carry you than it will for Rivuletkit's tail to drag you." The wobbly apprentice had learned that he was most in his element in the water, its buoyancy taking the stress off his joints and allowing his muscles to relax where they would ordinarily spasm awkwardly.

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) shrieks awaken her with a start, flooding her body with adrenaline as water floods the camp around her. willowroot feels her heart pulse to a heavy beat, one that rouses fear. she is never afraid of water, has never loathed the choking blackness of the deep. now it laps at her paws, sucking, pulling. the molly nudges her mate awake, pressing against poppysplash. "great starclan," she will murmur. "it's happening again."

two seasons' turn ago, when the clan was still young, when cicadastar ruled with an iron paw and a silver tongue, the water had flooded in like this. she had been freshly kitted, with young lives squeaking at her belly. the trauma of that day, nearly loosing her freshly born children to the great sucking darkness of the river, sends chills down her spine to this day. if it hadn't been for smokestar… for poppysplash… green eyes close in abject horror. it's happening again and it's real this time, not some horrid nightmare. but this time, she has some control over her situation. "higher ground, yes!" comes the feline's voice, stern and loud, so her clan can hear her. smokestar is not here to talk her through this, his low voice summoning some magical calm through a storm. she has to be her own savior now.

"warriors, find your apprentices! someone go help moonbeam!" she is no lead warrior anymore, no authority besides the respect her clanmates may hold for her. but she carries herself with a strength that demands observance. she will not let her clan drown, not in the very river they are named after. splashing through the den, she slips out of it, the water lapping at her belly fur. green eyes find lichenstar's pale frame, and the feline takes a breath. she seeks out her own kits in the crowd, hoping to find mosspool, buckwish, and hazewish. carawaysong, bumblenose, and minnowtail can't be far behind. she turns, spotting bubbleburst, and presses forward. "can you find echopaw for me, please? she's blind, she can't get out on her own." the feline bites her lip, gratitude and worry mixing in her tone. at the warrior's nod, she turns.

thoughts of robinheart, of her godchildren, of the new lives born from gladefrost's death, circulate in her mind, and willowroot beelines for the nursery, arriving just in time to witness claythorn taking charge. "come on!" she encourages the little ones, beckoning them out of the den. "climb on my back if you must. cling on tight, with all your strength, kittens," limbs bend to kit height, water lapping at the smoke's throat due to this, and she braces herself for little claws to pierce her skin. "robinheart, gladefrost's little ones!" she will gasp at her former apprentice, aiming to snatch up one of the three as robinheart does the same. stormkit now hangs in her jaws, as other little bodies clamber atop her reletively dry back. a glance back, moonkit now in robinheart's maw, ryekit still squirming and squealing in the nest. willowroot bends again, attempts to pick up the other little kit, until both siblings are wriggling in her clutch. she braces herself, stands, almost losing grip on the two. wide green eyes search for a cat to give ryekit to, fear welling up. there cannot be any lost, especially none of the children. she doesn't think anyone could handle that.

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // waking @POPPYSPLASH., getting @bubbleburst to find @Echopaw~, helping @claythorn, and @robinheart with the kits. any kit is welcome to climb on her back, she is currently holding @stormkit. and trying to hold @Ryekit "#91A26C"
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• WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 46 MOONS. MENTORING ECHOPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.

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[pebbletail]

(☼) two days into his warriors' den stay, and the blue spotted tom cannot get comfortable. it is nice to sleep next to splashdance again, curled in their own nests but tails twined or paws flopping over one-another, but there is a distinct absence. shellpaw is no longer curled at pebbletail's side, her quiet snores lulling him to sleep. owlpaw no longer kicks out in his dreams, nudging him awake with a well aimed slash of a paw. there is no familial scent of twinklepaw, eveningpaw, or horizonpaw, who all slumber in their nests, a mass of white and gray. he is not pebblepaw anymore, mediator and friendly face of the apprentices' den. now he is pebbletail, outcast on the side of the warriors' den, next to his best friend who seems to have an addition to her nest as of late.

midnightash resides in splashdance's nest, her mottled tortie fur mingling with pitch dark. pebbletail does not think himself a hateful or jealous cat, but her presence stings slightly. her lithe body crawling in next to his best friend as if splashdance has all the room in the world for strays. her ginger paws pushing at his back in her sleep, not comforting like owlpaws' but rather annoying, irritating. the young man wakes with such paws at his back, and he rolls over in anger, about to spit something at the older girl before he realizes the situation he's in. "great starclan," the blue tom gasps, scrambling to a standing position as water ebbs and flows around his paws. honeyed eyes glance around, watching dark fur disappear out of the den. splashdance leaves, without even a glance behind at him, and he can't help the pang of hurt he feels.

it's no matter now - the camp is flooding, drypaw apprentices howl about the water, and pebbletail splashes into the ankle deep water with a sigh. he scans the interior, seeking out his cousins in the chaos, and silently hopes they've already made it out. kin of river kings, the three will be safe, bravely choosing to help their clanmates. he takes a cue from them, parting the reeds and escaping the den into the night. lichenstar and hazecloud bark orders, the leads doing the same, and pebbletail wades towards the apprentices' den, finding solace in the woven branches of his former home. "twi? eve? ry?" his voice sharpens as he calls for his younger siblings, sunspark eyes glowing dimly in the gloom. "shelly?" large paws part the abandoned nests, seeking his family as pebbletail enters the den. "we've gotta get out, c'mon!" he calls to his former denmates, finding owlpaw in the dark. "h-help round up the younger cats, m'kay?" he asks his friend, still scanning for any sign of his siblings.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

• // looking for @CICADAFLIGHT, @LOVEBURN, @BEEFANG, @horizonpaw, @shellpaw, @EVENINGPAW, @Twinklepaw! addressing @owlpaw. " #848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 11 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[Basspaw]

❝ CAN YOU SEE ME NOW? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞



Basspaw jolted up, awake and alert at the sound of Rockpaws screaming. "Rockpaw breathe!" He cried out as he scanned his surroundings. The ground beneath them covered in a layer of water that seemed to be rising. Basspaw looked into Rockpaws eyes, his heart breaking at the sight of the panic written across Rockpaws face. Basspaw knew that his closest friend and companion couldn't swim, it was why Basspaw always loved to go fishing and bring his catches to Rockpaw to identify. "Rockpaw we're gonna get through this,"

Basspaw darted to the side of Rockpaw protectively as he thought of ways to get Rockpaw and himself to safety immediately. "Watch out I'm gonna grab your scruff and try to carry you through when the water gets higher" Basspaw tried to stay calm, to be a calming presence to his terrified compatriot. Basspaw tapped Rockpaw with his paw. "I'm gonna keep you safe Rockpaw," he said with a sad smile "No matter what it takes."

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 THAT I'M SHINING LIKE A STAR ❞ ​

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  ―Basspaw is a white and cream colored cat with mossy green eyes and a striped pattern​

 

[BLACKPAW]

She finds herself floating all alone within the endless dark, a repetitive occurrence that she refuses to see it comes from a haunted place of infinite loneliness. As always before, she tries to swim upward while she tries to call out for the names of those she love, seeking the light that must exist at an end and like every other time, something pulls her hindlegs toward the abyss. The only difference this case makes is her choking on something, dying— Panic rips into the atmosphere out of shrieks, violently pulling Blackpaw from a nightmare with the water in mouth. She spits and sees a wet layer covering across the apprentice den, with herself soaked and few denmates panicking. Flash flood, she realizes, recalling her adoptive father's shared experiences.

Chaos is a familiar thing that Blackpaw first knew it as bringing two groups down to raging flames and deepest blues, herself and her adoptive father the only survivors. Fear forms, but she can't let it take over. "Sharppaw!" His name tears from her while she faces her clanmate who is still... sleeping?!— "OI! Wake up! We have to leave here NOW!" Quickly, Blackpaw gathers the water remains to splash at his face, finally waking @SHARPPAW from his usual annoying heavy slumber. She leaves the den so she can help those in need before she finds some RiverClanners have already been taking care of the kits. Her gaze falls on a particular den, thinking about the elders whom she and Sharppaw assisted in a whole day for the latter's recent punishment.

Her blood nearly freezes when she sees that they need the most help now. "Help me get the elders!" Blackpaw calls to anyone available and especially Sharppaw, nudging him to follow so they can reach to the elder den together. She arrives to a few elders grumbling about their furs and mosses being wet, wondering what's happening. "There's been a flash flood," she tries to explain calmly, "We'll get you all out, just follow us." As Sharppaw and the others escort the elders out, Blackpaw spots @paleroot and quickly pads over to her. "Pale- Paleroot, lean on me! You're going to be okay!" she attempts to order the old molly with as much assurance that she can provide. Regardless of what will happen, she will do what she can to help, she must!​

 

[owlcrest]

It's wet. His nest, his fur, and he blinks open his eyes as suddenly, he jumps up. The clamour begins quickly. Apprentices moving, the yelling- he's too tired for this. Pebbletail addresses him, and he nods affirmatively, lips unable to say too much in a hurry. But in a sudden panic, he bowls himself through the crowd in the den of panicked apprentices. If @SUNPAW. Is sleeping, he finds himself shoving two paws into her shoulder roughly, mismatched eyes as panicked as everyone else and wide. "C'mon, c'mon Sunpaw. Help me with the kits-" he prods, urging the other apprentice to follow him, quite loudly too. "We gotta make sure they're safe-" he adds, ears flattening in dismay. Just the other day, Claythorn had some more dropped on her... And with Lilacbird missing it wasn't as if this was going to be easy for her to do on her own.

But then there was Moonbeam as well. What about her stock? Was it all but washed out and ruined? The brown apprentice could only worry. After hopefully sunpaw helping, or even by himself if she had other duties, he'd march over to @willowroot . "Let me take the kit..." He murmurs, barely noticing that she had attempted to carry both herself. Without much affirmation, the larger apprentice would pick the smaller kit up by the scruff, nodding towards the queen that he indeed had it.

But he was scared. And he wasn't the only one. What would they do?


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[SHARPPAW]

Sharppaw jolts with a curse when something cold contacts his face. It's, for some reason, an ongoing pattern that @BLACKPAW would throw something at him either by accident or especially on purpose, so in no doubt does he believe this has to do with her. "Curls, piss o—" Her exclaim strike his annoyance to dismay that his face isn't the only thing soaked but so is everyone and everything else, including the devil herself, while the space is full of panic. What the fuck is happening now!? Still trying to process Blackpaw's words, the realization falls upon him at the dire position RiverClan is in. He heard stories from the elders about how the Clan had a flooding in few years ago. It's happening again and now, he's part of this repeated event.

"Blackpaw, wait!" Although she's already out of the apprentice den before Sharppaw can reach to her. Sighing heavily, his heart catching sharp concern for Blackpaw's safety, he ignores the twinge in his chest and chases after her. Idiot, idiot, idiot, she can't just dash off without anyone accompanying! "Sharppaw!" Just as Sharppaw stops behind her, he senses Silverstrike approaching to them. As he grunts to express that he's fine, he shares a common thought with Blackpaw when his gaze flickers from the nursery to the elder den. "Help me get the elders!" Sharppaw doesn't hesitate to follow her to the den ahead. He hopes that Valleystorm and Dragonflysnap will be okay. He became close with them over time. He can't have them suffer from this.

While Blackpaw attempts to calm the grumbling crowd and help them be escorted as quickly as possible, Sharppaw searches for the old couple. "Am I dreaming? I wanna go home." he freezes catching Valleystorm's feeble voice, afraid at the current case. "You're awake and your home is taking care of you now. Let Silverstrike take you out," Sharppaw gently replies, trying to nudge the elderly tom to stand with him leaning on his mentor's side. Seeing Dragonflysnap beside his mate splashing the water, laughing in joy like he's back in kithood playing with the river, Sharppaw awkwardly pulls him to stand. "Sharppaw! Don't get your furs all tangled! Let me play!" "Come on, it's too dangerous to play. You can once you're at a safer spot."

He'll be damned if anything happens to these elders who he deeply respects.
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[hazecloud]

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The patter of rain was a never ending flow that lulled her into a sleep she did not often find, free of howls that burrowed into her ears as they echoed and thundering paws. While it dragged her deep down into pace of slow, steady breaths and quiet dreams, she is wholly unaware of the rising tide creeping to meet at the reeds of their nest.

Cool waters lap at her paws and make her hiss lowly in her sleep, flexing her claws in agitation and stretching to readjust. Too wrapped up in her slumber to realize what it was.

... wake up...

Hazecloud growled in protest, because what reason could be well enough to wake her at such an unruly hour again? It had better not be Sunstar's face in the dim moonlight again.

The waters embrace her sides with an icy touch and now the deputy is stumbling to quickly stand, fur fluffed out as a series of shrieks and cries follow.

Water... flood... out... kits... where are my kits?

"It's rolling in fast, we have no time-!" Hazecloud gasped as she could hear the creaking of branches sway and den supports begin to bow under pressure. If they didn't flee now, too many would find themselves stuck in their own nests before they're washed away!

Hazecloud leapt out of the willow den with Lichenstar, stomach lurching when she couldn't immediately see all her children. "RIVERCLAN!" She shouted over the roar of the encroaching tide. "Ensure our nursery and sick get out first, we're heading to the beech copse!" Again, again, they cannot escape the anger of nature as she wills it.

Owlpaw and Willowroot took to the nursery quickly but two mouths are hardly enough to secure the amount of kittens Claythorn and Lilacbird cared for. The silvery queen padded in after them quickly to look at Robinheart's kits. "I'll help Claythorn too, lets make sure all her kits stay out of the deep waters! This way!" She would stand as a beacon for them to trail behind, like a lighthouse leading her faithful ships back to shore.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
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  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The camp erupts into chaos as others too begin to recognize the chill of a shallow pool encroaching upon their sleep... Ice sharp gaze slides over the camp-sized puddle, horrified and struggling to wake up still between bleary blinks. How do you fix this? It's not deep... the river must calm soon... She's just overwhelmed, the striped leader thinks, It's been so dry until recent... It'll stop soon. But her pleading with herself grows more and more refuted, as others stumble into the open, drypaws screeching about their discomfort. It's not deep, she protests, but doesn't bark at them for fear of making them wary of her. To misconstrue her as angry and impatient. Claythorn's voice is sharp, calling for her directly- "It's a flash flood!"
  
  She knows.... somewhere uncomfortable in her stomach she already knows. This is too alike seasons ago, when Cicadastar had still been with them. Willowroot too must see it, as she marches across camp with an urgency, barking out orders to anyone she encounters... Hazecloud too, finds her stride, her voice, her confidence, and calls for the entire clan to hear her. To tend to the young, the sick. "Get the elders," she adds, realizing that only two young apprentices have realized that the older cats will need some kind of help.
  
  She thinks first of her children still, even as the priorities become laid out. They are strong swimmers, she reminds herself, strong swimmers who have been well learned since they were small. They'd be okay... they'd do what their mothers had told them. Just keep your chin up, treasures... Paddle to momma... We'll catch you.
  
  Pebbletail, her dappled darling... he is already hunting for his siblings, calling for them into the apprentice's den and reassuring her that they would be together. They would be safe...
  
  Most importantly stands the weight of their nursery... that is far fuller and without an entire mother to care for an additional litter. Many have already made their way there... Her strides move to join them, to cling to the fiery pelt of one she knows is panicking even if she doesn't dare show it to her kits. I'm scared of the water, Lichentail...
  
  I know... it's okay...
  
  In the few moments it feels like it takes her to move, there is a rush of cold... and then all at once the water rises.... faster and faster, it pours through the camp until it's already reached her belly fur, and then the screams grow more earnest. More fearful. They should be afraid... What about those that can't swim? That never learned at all... and were not just adverse to it...?
  
  "Save the... dry-paws! Don't let... anyone drown," she calls against the roar of incoming storm, the pelting of the rain growing stronger as it contributes to the swelling of the river. It's too fast... it tugs at her paws and threatens to steal them out from under her entirely as it rushes closer. "Now, go... now!" What little warning they'd been given... it was already spent... the rest would require luck... and a healthy dose of love from StarClan.
  
  She moves through the water, struggling to make it through as the last few kits are barely hoisted above the surface of the ever-rising water that creeps towards the shoulders. It wouldn't be long until they'd be forced to swim. Claythorn... She remained the fixation of her concerns, a secret kept and one gently supported in silent affection.
  
  WATER LEVELS ARE RISING!! EVACUATE!
  
  EDIT: Flood waters are fast and are reaching depths that require swimming- the current is strong, fast and it can be assumed at this point your characters may be swept away or start drowning! Please let me know if your character is going to be swept away / missing / die so I can make sure to communicate the whole list for a search and search party to be posted later!
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