camp years staring at the sea ࿐࿔ flash flood

[splashdance]

It's a slow realization - that none of this is normal, that is. Some cats wade into the rising water like its nothing, whilst others shout their discomforts. A queen pitches out of the nursery with a definition of whatever this is - Claythorn, she realizes shortly after, and flash flood is to be the name of the game. Even the she-cat, as unaware as she began, learns quickly of the severity this poses to their Clan.

Splashdance watches as Pebbletail passes her to find his family (it's a short, mournful moment when he doesn't look at her, either.) Instead, she presses her shoulder to Midnightash's, pushing the other towards the drypaw apprentices from earlier - @loonpaw and @duckpaw. It seems the most the two girls will do is whine and cry, and if the water rises any higher, they won't have any air to do that with. "C'mon, let's just -" she urges the black-and-red she-cat to move quickly with her, "Bring them to higher ground, I guess?" Is that what they must do? She's heard murmurings around the warriors about it, but she isn't sure what higher ground is right now.

Nonetheless, she sloshes through quickly moving water towards the two apprentices, regardless of if her nestmate is near her or not. "You two better get moving," she barks, only loud to try and be heard over the commotion. "Just standing around and crying isn't going to help anyone." Splashdance hopes desperately that she's chosen the right group to help - after all, the elders still need paws, and the nursery is overfull from greenleaf still. Hopefully the duo won't give her any issues.​

 

[SUNSPARK]

Sunpaw wakes up to chaos. No, more correctly, there's a din in her ears. It's loud, but what actually wakes her up is the shove against her body. Owlpaw's voice in her ears. It's not the first time she's been woken up like this, but it's a familiar one-

No, no it's not. And it's a cold dread that snaps her eyes open. She's up on her feet so fast that her entire world tilts, still half-asleep and not ready for motor function, but even as she catches her feet under her, she's running. "Owlpaw?" She doesn't even know what she's asking. She doesn't need to ask. Owlpaw's voice says enough, and she trusts him implicitly. Her voice is heavy, and her pawsteps sink as the ground is... wet.

It's wet. It's sinking- Rising? And the chaos erupts. Even as she runs after Owlpaw, her steps start to lag behind. The kits-... The kits are fine. There's already others running towards the nursery, Owlpaw included. Her gaze swings the other direction. The elders. The kits might be too small to swim, and they'll need the support of someone older, but the Elders don't have as much strength as they used to either. They'll need someone.

"I'm going after our elders! I'll catch up with you Owl, I promise!" she yells at Owlpaw's retreating form. Her heart pounds in her chest, but it's an instant decision for her as she turns and bounds in fast, large steps towards the Elder's nests. "Come on, let's go!" she calls to them. Familiar faces who grouch at her, smile at her, maybe even love her despite all the days and times that she's in their space, doing some sort of chore or punshiment.

"I'm a good swimmer. I'm really strong!" she tells them. She means it. And even if she's not, if she has to, she will be. StarClan above, she hopes Owl is okay too. The water's creeping, faster, and faster, and faster, and she grabs the scruff of the nearest Elder and hauls them up to their feet, mentally doing a headcount of all the ones that she knows. The shouts above the chaos, the drypaws- "Drypaws? Any drypaws! If you're near me, I'll help you!" Maybe it's taking on too much. She doesn't care. Her elders, the drypaws - whoever she has to help, she'll get them all out of this mess. Her own ego is the last of her problems right now.


//talking to @owlpaw. ; taking the elders and any drypaws near her.
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[stormkit.]

"Wanna walk!" Stormkit protests loudly as she's lifted up by Willowroot, squirming in the queen's jaws for a moment. Blessedly, Willowroot heeds her demand and bends, lowering her to muddy ground. Ew. Soggy. RiverClan camp is always a bit damp, but usually no mud makes it to their nests past the scrutiny of the queens.

Stormkit makes a triumphant noise as she's let down. Any relief she feels is short-lived however, as the smoke-furred queen drags her skyward once more, this time with Ryekit clutched between her teeth as well! Stormkit glances down, surprised by the water and a little overwhelmed by the heavy rain and the yowls of her Clanmates, but that is decidedly a problem for Stormkit once she's finished being mad.

"Not fair!" She wails, shrill in voicing her discomfort ... but at least her tantrum is purely vocal.

✧ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬

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  STORMKIT ✧ she/they, kit of riverclan
  
  — "a black-and-blue she-cat with blue eyes."
  — gladefrost x slateheart ; sister to moonkit & ryekit
  — speech is in #76BADB
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  

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[Blackwater]

Blackwater woke with a start as the sound of desperate screeching seared through his ears and pierced his cranium. His limbs felt stiff, borderline immovable, a deep chill having seeped into every brittle orifice of his bones while trapped in the shackles of slumber. However, it was not just the damp air that provoked such discomfort, but rather the rapidly increasing sensation of briny water, the sound of it lapping against nests now beginning to float among muddled rippling surface enough to shake the remainder of exhaustion from Blackwater's body, his mind rapidly clearing as adrenaline began to pump through his weary limbs.

Rising with a slight tremor, a stiff ache blooming from deep inside his abdomen and spreading throughout his chest, his attention immediately fixated on a familiar bundle of tricolored fur still sleeping restlessly next to him, the other tom's fur already beginning to grow sodden as the river continued to swell, inviting itself in. "Foxtail, wake up- quickly now, the camp has flooded. We need to get to high ground." He spoke with little emotion, however his aquamarine orbs flashed with urgency amidst the dim light of the warrior's den. He would attempt to nudge Foxtail gently to his feet and press himself close to him, guiding him out of the den with a noticeable tremble reverberating beneath his flesh. the familiar warmth of it having been stripped away beneath waterlogged fur.

Once they had made it out, time seemed to momentarily still as chaos unfolded before his eyes, the camp suddenly crowded with pelts shifting every which way like a school of frantic fish being hunted by starved otters. It was terribly disorienting in a way that made Blackwater's mind and vision reel, his ears pressing against his skull as they began to ring from the unintelligible screeching and commanding that permeated the otherwise still air. The water continued to rise, time something that was endlessly fleeting as the gentle sloshing around their legs rapidly increased in volume and force so that it was a roaring tide, threatening to drag away any of those unseasoned and unfamiliar to it's dangerous and powerful dance. Blackwater's claws pierced the slippery earth below, the foam that accumulated angrily at the depth's surface swirling around his frame so that it was impossible to make out anything beneath it.

Anguished cries for help split the air, crying kits, elders, dry-paws and queens alike begging for the assistance of anyone who could manage to spare it. He shared a knowing look with Foxtail, and for a moment those fear stricken verdant eyes were all he could see. With a nod of acknowledgement, he would push forward towards the apprentices den, his mind suddenly filled with the horrible possibility that Blackpaw had somehow not made it out despite her headstrong nature and simple luck. She was capable, but still young and newly apprenticed- this was unlike anything she had experienced before, at least not within the clan, and he felt responsible for her now having been the one to pull her from the banks.

Half stumbling and half paddling through the rapidly accumulating waves, he would arrive to find Blackpaw having already evacuated the space, much to his relief. Scanning the unsteady camp, his heartbeat roared in his own ears as his eyes searched for her familiar bengal pelt. "Blackpaw! Get to the copse, carefully now!" He would hail her then, their orbs meeting for only a moment where his expression softened just slightly with momentary relief at knowing she was still standing in one piece.

Throwing himself forward, he would once again take a close position against Foxtail's side once he had secured his own apprentice, using his own body to provide him with added stability against the powerful tide that threatened to sweep them off their unsteady paws. He realized he found it much harder to wade through it now, a strong swimmer he typically was, the unexpected night spent laying in icy shallows had caused every tendon inside of him to grow taught enough that at times it seemed as though he could hardly pull one webbed paw before him to tread water. A slow but undeniable realization crept to the forefront of his mind the further he and Foxtail went. I'm not going to make it across. Blackwater would suddenly stop then, giving Foxtail a gentle but encouraging nudge- his head against the other tom's thick furred neck, his skin cold to the touch as he shook with an intensity much more noticeable than before. "Continue on with Sunpaw. I'll follow from further behind and meet you at the copse." He provided a gentle smile that was only familiar to the likes of Foxtail, something meant to provide a feigned sense of reassurance and perhaps even hope under the dire and, for Blackwater, impossible circumstances. Whether or not his companion was able to see through it was not something he could afford to contemplate.

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ooc Information

• ooc: With @FOXTAIL and checking on @BLACKPAW !! There will be a follow up post after this one where he is swept away
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  BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.

 

[Thornskip]

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Never had she been one for doom and gloom, Thornskip was not the type to sit on a pedastool and preach about endtimes. However, as he woke up in the warriors den to be met with the feeling of water splashing against their cheek from what her nest had soaked up. She assumed nothing of it until the sleep was blinked from her eyes and his ears adjusted to the sound of multiple warriors waking up, the yowling to get to the nursery. Panicked howls and orders about saving those who can't save themselves, about the water rising throughout camp. She could only assume the worst, pushing themself up and out into the chaos that was a clan trying to salvage what they can and recover.

This is what he assumed the end times would feel like, as apprentices screamed and families searched for one another that is all he can think about. While the water is shallow enough to walk through he convinces shaking legs to try and make their way to the elders den. Each wet step brought a new tremor, a dormant fear of the water. One that she had thought wasn't enough to interfere with everyday life, his refusual of swimming and fishing was cited to just be because he found the water gross to touch. Or the story would change to a lack of interest in the matter, frustration that they weren't instantly good at a task after spending moons hunting mice and birds rather than slippery river prey. The truth had been that dormant fear, one that only grew after the news of drowning after drowning. If those who were taught to swim since birth could succumb to a tempest such as a raging river then truly what was a cat brought in from the borders of campsites supposed to do?

There was a rumour that the rivers cursed, fear made him inclined to believe it. As the water rose and their microscopic trembling steps were proven to be futile he had found that he froze. Realising that she truly hadn't made it that far from the warriors den, what felt like miles walked was merely a pawful of steps. That tremor excellerated into full body shivers, a gasp for air that she didn't realised she was missing. Feeling that water splash against her legs only grow in height compared to her body she decided that it was somehow their fault this happened. Maybe it was StarClan's divine wrath for forgetting to thank them when catching prey, maybe they ate from the pile too early one time or another transgression that a shaken mind can't recall. Things that he deemed as early blunders while learning now seen as cardinal sin.

That belief that something as natural as a flash flood was her fault is what soothes them when she finds that she is unable to fight the current that grew angered in what felt like seconds. Raging and rampant they realise that hope is futile, allowing themself to succumb to the will of the water that frightened him so, a choked cry escaping him.

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being swept away from the current!​

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Having the actual capacity to be comfortable within her nest or even someone else's is a luxury for her. Her dreams are deep but she has always been a light sleeper. Her maw twists a little as she feels the other molly move and her eyes open up. "Splashdance?" She speaks up softly before she finally realizes the water that ladens the warrior den. It presence here can mean only one thing and pushing herself up the woman makes her way from her nest to the outside world that has now turned into a waterscape. Her burning hues focus upon the level of the water and a small frown pulls at her muzzle before they cut sharply to Loonpaw who shouts and whines like a newborn kit. To her it is obnoxious but she keeps her maw shut on the matter, only to shake her head. "No...the water isn't supposed to be this high." Of course she didn't think she needed to asnswer that question and then all of a sudden the alarm is sounded by Claythorn.

A flash flood.

Her eyes widen just slightly as too many cats start to give orders. Her head swings to Lichenstar and she pulls her ears forward to try and hear her leader. Of course the elders, kits, and queens need help first. Her maw is quick to snap shut though as they are asked to help drypaws. Why? They should know better than to live in a place where water is prevelent and not know how to swim. They put themselves at risk. Before she can turn around Midnight realizes that Splash is heading off and she quickly follows only to pause and stare with slowly narrowing eyes. The water is rising, pulsing and pushing like a breathing monster against her limbs, soking her belly already. " @splashdance we need to go. Someone else can handle them." The woman shifts and attempts to heard Splash away from Loonpaw and Duckpaw. The idea to waste their time and necks to say drypaws leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "There are more kits that need help."​

 

[Volekit]

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Sleep had faded for Volekit quickly, evaporating away from him in one fell swoop as the camp erupted into chaos. Claythorn and Robinheart were collecting the little ones that belonged to them and he hurried to follow them, sure for the moment that was where he was meant to go, but even faster did the water rise to meet him. He kicked up, instinctually, immediately, shambling to keep himself a-float.

"HELP!! HELP !!! MAMA, MAMA!!!" Water splashed into his open mouth, and for the first time in his short little life, Volekit knew what fear tasted like: brine and silt.

// trash post but somebody save the baby !!

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

It all happens far quicker than Merlinpaw is prepared for. The night had been fairly quiet, and they were enjoying a nice, dreamless sleep when the rising voices roused them from their sleep. For just a moment, they thought that some idiot cat looking to play a practical joke had dragged them off to the river and they'd just been too asleep to realize, before their surroundings properly registered and... no, this was the apprentices' den. They were in camp. And so was the river? Before the panic of those around them fully registers, they flex front paws, webbed toes batting at the thin layer of water, like they were laying in a massive puddle.

It's after that that the water level rising becomes immediately noticeable, Merlinpaw's brows furrowing in confusion. And then does the panic of their clanmate's voices register.

Among them, his mentor, @STREAMSONG can be heard, calling for both him and @tanglepaw . The clan is rushing back and forth, to the elders, to the kits, to the drypaws, and Merlin can't break through them very easily. It is not in his nature to assert himself, so he lets them all ahead of himself, until finally there's an opening to get to his mentor's side.

"Here. I'm here," they say, a little out of breath, sepia eyes darting around camp, scanning for anyone that might still need help. The water is now about halfway up his legs. There's no question of their ability to swim - that's the very first thing they learned how to do - but by no means is Merlinpaw RiverClan's strongest swimmer. That isn't to say they can't swim well. "I'll go help with the drypaws," They decide and rush to @SUNPAW. 's side, where she's already called to help with them all. "I'll help too," he tells her once he reaches her side. They don't know each other very well, but he just hopes she can trust him enough that she doesn't immediately suspect he's going to fuck this up somehow.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 9 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[Morningfrost]

⁺₊⋆ .｡❅ ⋆⁺ .｡❅₊ The screaming and chaos could send anyone into a panic. Morningfrost woke up like many others to water splashing in his face and orders from more senior warriors to get to the most in need. Sleep quickly slipped away from his eyes.

While the water was low, he shuffled to the apprentice den to find Rockpaw skaken in terror and Basspaw stuck close by his side. He had a feeling they would be slow to leave. Morningfrost pushed the fumbling drypaw out towards the front of the den, the two didn't have the luxury of time with their limited skills.

"Hurry up," he growled, giving Rockpaw one final shove before turning to Basspaw. "Keep him from drowning." He left the two with a heavy heart, even though they weren't new apprentices anymore; he should trust them to be able to handle themselves.

He hung back while others left, directing some lingering dry paws toward the highest path to beech copse. He crashed through the oncoming waves, half jumping and half swimming in the rapidly rising waves towards the nursery to help them evacuate. Heaps of water were pouring into the nursery, and a screech caught Morningfrost's attention before it was replaced by gargling.

He gasped at the sight of poor Volekit bearly above the waves. The warrior trouged over and scooped the kit out other water by it's white scruff. "I gotcha little one, let's get you out of here and find your mom," he soothed, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. Careful to keep Volekits head away from the water Morningfrost pushed hard against the waves that threatened to sweep them away out of their underwater camp.

ooc Information

• ooc: — @Basspaw ;) and helping get @Volekit out of the nursery
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  Morningfrost — He/They ･ 13 moons ･ RiverClan warrior

  ☀︎ A stone faced chronically tired tortoiseshell with a heart of gold.​

 

[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕The night had been so quiet and unassuming. It had been just like any other- with the pleasant coolness of an autumnal evening and the distant bubbling of the river- unsuspecting for any of RiverClan to be sure. Bubbleburst, a chronic early riser, had gone to bed at her usual time. She only stirred once those around her had seemed disturbed by something, not yet having registered the water seeping into the warriors' den and slowly beginning to fill camp.

Then, she wakes with a bleary start. There is screaming, and Bubbleburst has leapt out of her nest with an incoherent shout. Her first instinct in her confused panic is to call and make sure her friends- "Beefang? Turtledove?"- are okay before she realizes the full severity of the situation. Water is roaring through camp, the river has overfilled and is tearing between shelters and trees and the reeds. The silver molly is shoved by the strong current, and all her moons of swimming training kick in as second nature.

Clanmates begin calling for each other, assigning themselves to help where they can, and trying to evacuate those who can't evacuate on their own. Though some kits have already somehow made it into the open, Bubbleburst knows that not all of them are accounted for yet. The young warrior immediately begins to swim towards the nursery, fighting against the strong waters that are trying to wash her out of camp altogether.

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

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• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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[iciclefang]

The night is consumed by chaos. Excess riverwater spills into the warriors' den, and their nests begin to float around their sodden paws. Iciclefang lurches to her feet, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest. StarClan, not again. Someone's voice pierces through the commotion — "The camp is flooding! Evacuate! Help the kits and elders! Help the drypaws!" The tortoiseshell sweeps out into camp, fighting the current that sucks at her paws with every movement.

Cats are swarming the nursery, each of them latching onto a squealing kit, others letting children clamber onto their backs to safety. Some apprentices have swam toward the elder's den and are coercing the retired warriors out of their nests. Iciclefang's ears swivel toward the apprentice's den, listening for cracks, for the eerie sounds of collapse.

I was lucky to live. We all were. We were trapped under the debris with the water rising faster and faster — and it is then that her breath leaves her, a raw maternal panic hot in her throat. "Pinepaw! Cragpaw! Crabpaw!" Her voice is a shriek she hopes will pierce the clamor. "We have to leave camp now! Find your mentors! Pinepaw, with me!"

She does not have the time nor the luxury to ensure all three of her kits make it to safety. She is a lead warrior, and it is her duty to ensure those who are most vulnerable exit camp first. Iciclefang swallows around building, agonizing terror and begins to swim toward Moonbeam's den, only to see a golden head dip and disappear beneath the currents.

"Thornskip!" She extends a marbled foreleg, but they disappear beneath the swirling river before she can break the surface of the water. "No!" Her instincts pull her toward where she disappeared, implore her to leap into the ravaging waters, but —

It's futile. I'll only be swept away with him. She hisses in helpless fury. "Drypaws, stay where you are! I'll help you get out!" She would have to trust that she could save even one Clanmate — even one would be better than watching them all be pulled away, beneath the river's wrath.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: looking and yelling for @CRABPAW @CRAGPAW and @Pinepaw ⭒ ; calling for drypaws!
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[Warblerpaw.]

// cw: panic attacks and mentions of past npc death

UH-OH, THERE IT GOES ━
I SAID TO MUCH, IT OVERFLOWED ​

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warblerpaw & 06 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan apprentice ​

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Its the dampness that wakes Warblerpaw with a jolt - yelp slipping from his lips before hes fully awake. In his panic, mismatched eyes search for his mother - but of course, she's not there. Tail puffed up, eyes only find the shapes of his new denmates - this is not the nursery but the apprentices den. Hes not a kit anymore - of course his mom isnt there.

And yet none of this is comforting, but instead just the opposite - eyes watering as voice fails him, limbs frozen stock still as he shakes. Voices raise, and theres a flurry of movement, but its all he can do to remember how to breathe. In, out. In, out - lungs burn and he sniffles, hunching in on himself with ears pulled flat.

'I dont want to die' - water ripples underpaw, and he thinks of Skylarkpaw as he watches it - of bright smiles and warm words turned ice cold by the river. Blue and yellow eyes to match his own turned unseeing, glassy and wide as any fish. The river had swallowed her whole, and now it wants to eat him too.

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G O D ━ I ━ W I SH ━ I ' D ━ N E V E R ━ S P O K E

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// preplanned buddy system with @BLACKPAW but open to other interacts ♡

 

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- When Pinepaw is roused, it already feels as though she is already a heartbeat too late, jumping from her nest with a disgruntled grunt. Her paws are already swallowed in freezing river-spill when she hears her mothers piercing shriek over the clamor.
Pinepaw! Crabpaw! Crabpaw! She hears the order that follows, but cannot bring herself to oblige so quickly, especially as Pebbletail appears and the tortoiseshell turns towards @shellpaw, frantically attempting to give the lilac molly a shake. "Wake up, Shells! Camp is flooding!" The apprentice can hardly believe the words that spill from her maw as she desperately jostles her best friend awake. "Pebbletail is here, we gotta go!"

Pinepaw winces against the sound of her home splintering and creaking as it begins to become uprooted by the time she turns away from Shellpaw. Cragpaw and Crabpaw had yet to fall under the girls radar and it sent her heartbeat into overdrive. "Crabpaw! Cragpaw!" The dappled apprentice calls against the river water that splashes into her nose and throat as she is forced out of the apprentices den, though her screams for her brothers may as well be useless at this point. Horror swells in her golden gaze and she frantically begins searching for her mother amidst the chaos. When her eyes lock onto a familiar tortoiseshell pelt, it is just as Thornskip is dragged under the churning waters. Pinepaw chokes back a shocked cry, the damning realization that her fate was just as likely as the golden warriors sending the girls mind in a chilling spiral.

Pinepaw kicked against the black river, the strength in the current was a foreign beast for the apprentice, and she was tiring quickly. The closer @iciclefang is, the harder Pinepaw has to fight. She parts her maw but water is just as quick to fill it. The last, dying pang of stubbornness in her tells Pinepaw to get to Iciclefang without humiliating herself. I can do it. StarClan let me do it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[BRONZESHINE]

"sign another deal" addict
bronzeshine | 29 moons | female| she/her | physically moderate | mentally hard | attack in underline

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She was awoken by the chill of the water soaking her nest. Unpleasant was a nice way to put it. As she pushed herself from the soggy nest, the cries of her clanmates grew louder and clearer. The fog began to clear from her mind just enough for the words "Flash flood!" to register. Shit. she thought, shoving her way out of the warriors den. She scanned camp, looking for Warblerpaw. She might not be sure how to train him, but she'd be damned if she was going to let him drown.

Despite the circumstances of her kidnapping, Bronzeshine was always a strong swimmer. Her self-destructive tendencies were her true downfall that day. She shook the thought from her mind before pushing her way through the rapidly rising water. "Hey, kid!" she bit out, harsher than intended, "both of you, come on!" she mentally cursed the drypaws, dragging the clan down with them. Literally, in this case.

//interacting with @Warblerpaw. and @BLACKPAW

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[CICADAFLIGHT]

When Cicadaflight sleeps, he sleeps hard—he is immersed in a rare dreamless doze for the first half of the tragedy, and it is only the cacophony of panic that wakes him. Just in time, too—river water laps nosily at the seam of his scarred muzzle, demanding his immediate attention. And receive it it does, for the warrior surges to his paws in a powerful motion that sends miniature ripples across the emptying warriors' den. Camp is in chaos as he plunges out into it, water rising steadily and cats moving around him in blurs too quick to decipher. The rising water is constant throughout it, beginning to brush his close-cropped belly fur in a motion that sends chills down his spine.

" Claythorn! " The tom's forelimbs cut through the rising water in half-steps, half-strokes. He can hear Pebbletail calling out for his siblings, and while he longs to go reassure his not-so-little cousin, his friend's brood demands his immediate attention. A thin growl rumbles in his chest, directed at the whole situation—any step away from his siblings or his cousins rips at him like teeth, but they can all swim. Claythorn and her gaggle of kittens cannot, and so he plunges through foam-capped water, furious and roiling, towards her.

By the time he reaches them, Otterbite has scooped up Darkkit and Claythorn is heading off with Dropletkit in her jaws; Rivuletkit is guiding Onyxkit to higher ground under Robinheart's careful orders. The Beech Copse, Hazecloud calls out, and he nods briskly and scoops @eelkit unceremoniously up by the scruff. " Got her! " Muscle screams in his shoulders and neck; impossibly, his friend's kits have grown, and even his stout muscles protest at hauling the girl—but he would rather let himself go down than even think of leaving Eelkit to an uncertain fate.

An ominous sound rises, a thick rumbling—the current merciless as the water rises higher, whipping itself into a frenzy. The same vicious current that sucks Thornskip away is suddenly bearing down on the warrior and his charge, a ruthless paw of water extending towards Cicadaflight and the helpless Eelkit. He doesn't even think—he just tucks the kit against his chest and ducks his head as it crashes upon them. He focuses only on keeping his fangs lodged in Eelkit's scruff and his forelimbs wrapped around her smaller body as the world flushes dark blue. Up, down, light dark—his worldview turns nonsensical, direction and color irrelevant, swept up in a wave, until—

Crack! Pain explodes in bright technicolor against the back of his skull, paper stars flying behind his closed eyelids. He claws frantically for a hold, the world rippling through bright primary hues, his teeth digging into Eelkit's scruff hard enough to bruise. For a moment, the light is a fruitless chase, and he thinks faintly he might die here.

But then his head breaks the surface with a gasp around the girl's scruff, and he's scrambling through the rising water, driving with long hard strokes blindly after the body in front of him. His ears throb with a painful ringing, the current sucking threateningly at his heavy paws, but he focuses only on getting one more pawful of water, pumping his legs as hard as they'll go.

Get out, get out, emerges over the drone of pain in his head. He's vaguely conscious of a tarry, wet heat trickling down the back of his neck, distinctive against the cool threat of the water. No time to focus on that now, Cicadaflight reminds himself, hefting Eelkit in his jaws again and following the frantic flow of cats.

OOC : TL;DR – Cicadaflight got a concussion while rescuing Eelkit, and is now following the others out of camp with her.

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Crabpaw isn't sure what wakes him—the screaming or the cold. Voices sound high-pitched all around him, tinged with panic and heart-wrenching terror. He's never been quick to rise in the mornings, even with his mentor's paw prodding incessantly against his shoulder, his flank. Now, the boy is on his paws in moments, green eyes clouded with sleep but growing quickly in alertness. Stumbling to his paws, it only takes a heartbeat to realize that he's surrounded by water—they're all surrounded by water. He hears a familiar voice shrieking his name, the wild fear of a mother who can't locate her kits. He can't respond, because as soon as he opens his mouth he finds it filled with water.

He's never been truly afraid of the river, not even when he sank beneath its rippling surface and had to be dragged out by his scruff, not before now. Not until he feels dark water, cold with the chill of falling leaves, slide down his throat and into his lungs. He coughs, hacking until it comes back up, and turns his attention to the nearest familiar figure that he spots. His sister shouts his name, and it only serves to amplify the whirlpool that whips through Crabpaw's thoughts. "Piney!" The nickname is old, should have been left behind along with their -kit names, but he clings to it like a lifeline now that he spots his tortoiseshell-coated littermate making her way out of the den and trying to find her way to safety.

Rushing after Pinepaw, Crabpaw keeps pace with her as best he can, attempting to make his presence known. "'m here! I'm—mmmmm…" A new rush of water flows into his mouth, into his throat, and Crabpaw clamps his mouth shut. He has to focus on kicking out with his hind legs, not allowing the current's drag to pull him under, as his eyes dart around in search of Pinepaw's dappled form. She's struggling, and so is he, but he can see the water splashing into her mouth. She isn't going to make it. She isn't going to make it, and then he isn't going to have a sister, and he's going to have to tell their Mama what happened, and he still doesn't know where Craggy is either.

The ginger-and-cream tabby sucks in a deep, powerful breath, and attempts to brace himself against Pinepaw's side, his legs kicking out frantically as he tries to get a good grip on her scruff. If he's successful, he'll do his best to keep both himself and his sister above water, paws treading through the current as he attempts to get them both to the safety of dry land.

give me a chance ˚𓆛˚｡ a single opportunity

• ooc: attempting to pull @Pinepaw ⭒ to safety !
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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[BLACKPAW]

The horror washing across the island camp has been immense enough for several things that slipped from Blackpaw's mind when she placed her focus on the most vulnerable RiverClanners, only hoping that those otherwise would be able to support themselves or receive aid from the closest individuals. "Blackpaw! Get to the copse, carefully now!" It's the voice of @Blackwater that she realizes he's still here, trying to outlive the flash flood over the camp. As she's leaving the elder den, guiding the older felines with their assisting clanmates to the beech copse, she quickly glances around to search for him. Relief rolls over Blackpaw when she sees he's with Foxtail, yet, only to catch his nudge with him soon falling behind. "You better get yourself there too!"

Please! Her plea dies off, either as a thought or a voice, it doesn't matter when the dark raging blue drowns her desperation. She can't have Blackwater die in the river— not like her adoptive father— "Sharppaw, keep guiding the elders! I'll be back!" she barks out the order at @SHARPPAW behind her, deciding to give the apprentice den a final check. With Drypaws in mind, she has to see if there are any of her denmates who are struggling with the flood. Recalling her swimming experiences and trainings from her adoptive father who was once a master of water taming, she kicks her legs through the rushing water, her head over the cold surface. Eventually, she returns and spots @Warblerpaw. ahead, someone who was given apprenticeship with her.

Blackpaw swims over to Warblerpaw and gently nudges him on the shoulder, attempting to break the mental position that she's most famillar of being in with her own demons. "Warblerpaw, we got you, hold on to me!" she shouts through the flood roar, hoping he finds himself in the world again. Her ears flick at a sharp call from @BRONZESHINE who's understandably rushing them off to safety. Blackpaw gestures for Warblerpaw to follow with Bronzeshine, but she doesn't plan to leave to the beech copse with them. Sharppaw has been on the corner of her mind. He should be able to handle himself, but... "Bronzeshine, take him with you!" she offers Warblerpaw a quick comfort smile before she swims back to the elder den, hoping Sharppaw is still okay.​

 

[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ Sandpelt dreams of greatness. He dreams of being knows, of being seen in a way that few have ever bothered to see him. In truth, there's only one cat who's ever seen past the flowers and the scars to the soul underneath—and Sandpelt loathes him. He dreams of blood dripping onto sandy shores, of permanently-bared teeth, and for once, it is pleasant.

In a cruel twist of fate, it is a nightmare that Sandpelt wakes to. The den floods with water, waves lapping at his paws, his tail, his pelt. He's a heartbeat too slow to stand, icy water washing over his head, filling his ears, dulling his senses with the shock of it. But he manages to stand in moments, paws steady and sure despite the floodwater that threatens to sweep him away with the other debris. Soon, he can't even stand, forced to swim, and he trails after the rest of the fleeing RiverClanners in short, powerful kicks and harsh breaths.

"Stars, fuckin'… shit," he gasps out between lungfuls of water, feeling the force of water crashing against him, tugging at him, wishing doom upon him and all his clanmates. He'd never imagined the river to be such an uncaring thing, such a brutal force of nature. He'd always expected it to be his end, of course, whether from an accidental slip or from the weight of paws holding him under for a hair too long—but he had always expected it to welcome him gently, peacefully. He'd always expected the feeling of soul separating from body to be much the same as waves against a sandy shoreline, a gradual washing away, an easy slip into StarClan's paws.

Now, the water may as well be a bed of thorns for how it stings as it batters against him. Clanmates struggle all around, doing their best to swim to safety, and Sandpelt's lone eye scans the water for anyone who needs help. And it only takes that moment, that heartbeat of inattention as he watches Thornskip disappear beneath the floodwaters. His eye goes wide, and he lunges forth as though he could drag them back to the surface—but he can't, and it's only when the water closes over his head that he realizes what a mistake he's made.

Cold water tears at his fur, ripping the flowers right out of it. The current takes them away one at a time—and then it takes him, too.

drown in the water 𓇢𓆸 burn in the fire

• ooc: bro got washed away by the current… he's still alive though !
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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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[apricotflower]

In the newleaf snowmelt, the waters had flooded camp so gradually that she had almost been surprised by the evacuation. This surprises her for a different reasons. In all her moons, Apricotflower has never seen water rise so quickly.

As luck would have it, she isn't clutching a kit between her jaws. The little ones had been snatched up by younger queens, eager RiverClanners ready to help the next generation evacuate. Apricotflower had never been a drypaw in all her ten seasons of life in RiverClan, though life in the nursery had reduced her skill to muscle memory. Maybe she should-

Something solid hits her side, a flash of Iciclefang's patchwork pelt visible from the corner of Apricotflower's eye. The heft of the queen would be enough to right her, but the minutely dulled reaction time of a retired warrior renders her too late to hook her own claws into the silt-slippery ground.

Apricotflower is knocked aside by the current, briefly disappearing from view with a clumsy splash. It sends water up her nose, tickling her sinuses, but she's lucky that is all. In the murk (she doesn't dare open her eyes- what would she see, anyway?), something brushes by her. A Clanmate? A predator? Neither good, for different reasons.

She breaks the surface with a gasp and a cough, having kicked upwards for longer than she should have (had it gotten deeper since she submerged? Oh, StarClan save them). It takes a moment to get her bearings: surely she can't be at the far side of camp already. To be dragged such a dizzying distance in a short time makes fear set in for real this time.

The river has always been her friend, an adversary to respect and a tool to utilise: but this is not the river she knows.

"Hel-!" Her cry for help is barely a yell as her hindleg catches on a piece of branch and she's dragged under for a second time.

// perm to powerplay @iciclefang has been given</3 apri has been washed away!
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[DROPLETKIT]

Dropletkits dreams are full of nothing as they slumber peacefully, tucked in to their mothers side, safe. She stays there until her mothers voice all but booms within her ears, in a tone that shes never heard her speak in before and both fear and panic shoots through her like pangs of pain. "Mama, mama, whats going on?!" despite the sleepiness in their voice they are growing more alert by the second, hauling themself up to their paws and realizing only then that they are soaked.

Pink eyes blink down, and then she gasps- "Mama, the river isn't supposed to be here!" in bright alarm they speak, a terrified squeal leaving their mouth. @claythorn's teeth grip her scruff and shes easily lifted, dangling there as Claythorn begins a frantic escape, trying to herd both her siblings and fellow young to safety.

Volekit, a fellow nursery dweller, screeches for his mama and oh Stars, she feels like shes about to throw up. "Mama- Mama, mama, Volekit! Volekit!" they blabber out, barely coherent as they begin to cry. She's not sure what is happening, why everyone was so excited and up in arms and scared just like she was... But seeing the adults scared terrifies her just as much. Morningfrost snatches Volekit up, saves him from the rising water below but it does not do anything to quell the frost that spreads through her chest.

"Mamaaaa....!" Dropletkit all but sobs, misty eyes wide in shock as cats lose their balance, swept away by the current. Beneath the murky, dark waters that churn below, she cannot even see their pelt colors as they disappear. And Apricotflower, the queen that has resided in the nursery since Dropletkit could remember, is knocked aside by Iciclefang being swept by the current... And subsequently disappears. "Mama- Mama i'm- i'm scared!" she cries out, watching as the queens head breaks the surface for just a moment- the smallest flame of hope reignites but is quickly snuffed out as her cry for help it cut short by the raging river.

Dropletkit doesn't see Apricotflower again.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• being carried by claythorn
• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff