camp years staring at the sea ࿐࿔ flash flood

[EVENINGPAW]

Not even those who live amongst the rivers expect to be roused from sleep like this.

It is Pebbletail who wakes her — and that is disorienting in itself, because isn't he supposed to be sleeping with the warriors now? Eveningpaw's ears are not mistaken. The urgency in his voice is what ultimately peels her from the safety of dreamland and into the waking world; because for some reason, Eveningpaw had not felt the frigid waters seeping into her fur. Consciousness comes easy with this revelation now.

"Wah... wha- wait!" It is so uncomfortable, the way she is forced to climb out of her nest and into the cold night, but Horizonpaw and Twinklepaw are already on the way.

And when she steps outside the den, she comes face-to-face with the facts.

Her home is being flooded. Perhaps it would not be such a big deal, if the onslaught of liquid were not so keen on sweeping away everything in its path... including cats themselves. The very blood within Eveningpaw's veins freeze as she hears the panicked cries of her Clanmates. She does not even know where to turn first; to her family, or the most vulnerable?

The water sweeps her off her feet, yanking away the possibility of choosing.

Limbs well-suited for swimming make easy work of the aggressive waves, though it takes Eveningpaw a few moments to become stable on the surface, courtesy of the bleary remains of sleep clinging to her eyelids. She has to think fast though — react fast, if she truly wants to help her friends. Although her eyes find Valesight of all cats, even he does not deserve to drown like this, rivalry be damned.

"Valesight!" she calls out, unknowingly adding to his discomfort at the notion. Judging by the way his head bobs desperately over the heightening water levels... it is probably not his biggest concern right now. "Hold on!"

How terrifying must it be right now for the drypaws? Eveningpaw herself feels panicked in the moment, despite the self-assuredness that she can swim... even she is not invincible though.

Rookfang does not come to Valesight's rescue. It is Eveningpaw — and a star-blessed piece of driftwood.

She pushes it in front of her with all her might, willing her strength not to leave her now. If she can just get it closer to him... "Come on, haul yourself onto this! Quick!" Eveningpaw thinks it is less of a branch and more of an entire chunk of tree that had gotten torn off with the currents. Either way, it is their best shot; she knows logs and the like can easily flip onto their sides and throw you into the river, like with Dogtooth, but this one seems sturdy. If it's only Valesight on top of it, then it can surely hold his weight.

That of course leaves Eveningpaw still in the trenches. She is not all that heavy, but she cannot risk drowning Valesight. She will simply have to follow, for she cannot abandon him in such a scenario.

"I'll be... I'll be right behind you!"

And with that, the flood ushers them out of camp.

Out with @valesight ➶

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[Redpaw]

A peaceful rest with his mother and siblings was quickly interrupted as dampness touches his paws and stir him awake. His curled ears pin back as Robinheart's panicked voice fully awakens him and he clumsily rises to his paws with a yawn. His forest gaze meets a citrine gaze as he blinks the tiredness away before nodding in affirmation. Help Claythorn with her kittens? That seemed easy enough. Redkit begins to assist his siblings herd the rest of Claythorn's kittens to safety. A gaze seeping to the brim with determination with a level-head as he wades through the waters, shooting a glance over his shoulder towards his mother and Willowroot.

The sight of his grandmother helping them usher out the den is short-lived as the moment he turned his head, he turns back to see her get shoulder checked on accident. "Ah! Grandma!" Redkit calls out as he clumsily stumbles through the ever-rising waters before the waters devour her, dragged underneath and never to appear again. He feels his throat tighten as he watches the waves consume his clanmates, who revered the river so much. He wasn't used to this, and he didn't like it. His gaze turns to search for his mom's as he stutters along his words, "M-Ma! The waters... Grandma went under the water!"

Wasn't the waters supposed to be their lifeline? Why was it so angry? Had they done something wrong and made Starclan mad? Redkit ponders and ponders why the waters were destroying and taking everyone away. He wanted to be brave, but how could he when even their warriors were being swept away as if a leaf in the wind? Even Lichenstar and their lead warriors were trying hard to maintain a brave face for the clan. It would be okay. We're okay. Mom Brookstorm and Aunt Gladefrost are watching over us. He had to be a brave son and keep his head up, for his mother and for his two siblings. Redkit would never let anything happen to them.
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[SPARROWKIT]

She'd awoken to water in her fur. Quick rivulets slit the spice-speckled shadow of her pelt, ravenous in their webbing spread. It is not long before Sparrowkit is doused completely. What's happening? Onyxkit is the first to spell things out. The river's in here.

Oh. Had it grown tired of being tethered to its banks? Maybe it wanted to stretch its legs; to stretch, stretch, stretch right into RiverClan's camp; right into the nursery; to cradle the kits that would grow to care for it. Sparrowkit's lungs spasm out of her control, galvanized by a fear she cannot feel. It rests beneath a thick blanket of cottony confusion — at least, for now. While the water's low. While her chin can still be held above the greedy surface.

But soon the river is burgeoning, pushing its way into the nursery, far too excited to meet her. "Stop it," Sparrowkit requests, dark brows worrying together. "Please...."

The river doesn't hear her. It sweeps the kit beneath its breast, filling her nose and eyes and ears with dark water. For the small swimming lesson she'd received, she hadn't learned what to do when she went under. Small salt-and-pepper limbs churn uselessly through the thick black river, this beast that has invited itself into their home, this beast whose home she has moved into unwittingly. She churns and turns and spins and loses herself. She can't see Claythorn or her littermates, can't see her siblings or anything else, all she can do is —

Whump. An impact to her head. Sparrowkit screams underwater. Then she stops. Bubbles and blood meander to the surface, the sole indication of her location now.

𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ( 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 ) !

• ooc. will be rescued by @BEEFANG !
• SPARROWKIT —— kit of riverclan . claythorn x otterbite . littermate to onyxkit and dark-kit, adopted sibling to eelkit and dropletkit ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a tiny black and lilac tabby chimera with low white and fierce amber eyes. studious, dismissive, and solitary. has a fierce passion for riverclan. if befriended, a friend for life.
  ✦ amab trans girl / she her pronouns / 03 moons & ages every 26th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. a kitten, she can hardly defend herself, but that will not stop her from picking fights with other kits. will fight until she has no fight left to give, even just for play.
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Blackwater]

𓆝 It all happened so incredibly fast then. For a moment, the world was still, the sounds of unfathomable fear and the desperate need to survive reverberating from the gaping maws of his thrashing clanmates as one by one they were swept away and lost to the current, those who were lucky enough to make it out dragging at the flesh of those who were less fortunate in their attempt to salvage any soul they could.

Like something borne from the Dark Forest, Blackwater felt helpless in the midst of it all, his body seizing beneath the battering force of the flood waves, the strain brought on by his attempt to keep himself anchored down causing his chest to grow tight. He did not dare attempt to move forward, for he knew if he tried he would immediately be lost to the brine, and yet simultaneously he was aware that he was only stalling what was inevitable, for regardless of if it were now or later, he would be pulled under either way. Perhaps he just wanted to watch as many of his clanmates make it to safety as he could, perhaps the reason he was able to hold his ground despite his aching muscles screaming at him and weighted bones threatening to pull him under the foamy waves was the fleeting figures of Foxtail and Blackpaw who were still fighting with much more resolve than himself. He didn't know now, and perhaps he never would again.

With a final intake of ragged breath and gritted teeth, he would finally allow his body to end it's fight, the exhaustion of it all now too heavy of a burden to bear. It was freeing, in some twisted way, allowing the rivers roar to fill his ears and his cranium, the feeling of being submerged beneath icy, muddled blues and greens like the most loveless embrace almost a relief. As his frail body tumbled and roiled beneath aqua surface where he would remain untouched and unseen by those above it, he took solace in knowing that maybe he would remain unnoticed and forgotten, his absence something that could not harm anyone who crossed paths with him in life.

He would be taken by the tide, wherever his body ended up a mystery to all and himself included, the last sensation he could feel before everything faded away being the firey burn of water entering his once hollowed lungs.

✧ ° . ☠︎︎ . ° ✧​

ooc Information

• ooc: blackwater has been washed away! he will be found alongside @Thornskip :)
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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.

 

[duckpaw.]

( 𖤐 ) duckpaw does indeed still reside in the reed and moss nest, which now almost floats about the apprentices' den. she has always been a deep sleeper and tonight is no exception. it is only when her sister's shriek cuts through her dreams that the cinnamon molly's head shoots up and horror fills her poison gaze. "no!" she gasps, voice croaking in her throat, a terrible keening wail ripping through her body. "no, no, no, no!" large paws scrabble at the den floor as water sucks at her belly fur. "loonpaw! lou?!" the girl is completely in her own world, paralyzed by terror as water invades her safe space, her dry home.

"shit! where is loonpaw?" her words are lost in the chaos of other cries, and thorn-sharp claws slide out as the molly grips the sodden moss of her nest. pebbletail stumbles into the apprentices' den, demands they all evacuate, and duckpaw obeys without a second thought, fear making her complaisant. emerging from the den, her world is turned upside down. camp is truly flooding, and she can barely see through the rainbow of sodden pelts racing to safety. "loonpaw! loonpaw? shit! fucking... move!" a growl is rumbled from her frothing maw as the apprentice shoulders her way through a gaggle of warriors helping each other. she finds her sister clinging to a stone, looking as paralyzed as duckpaw feels. "lou, we have to go, we have to go!"

fearfully, the angry apprentice presses to her sister's sodden side, their not-quite matching fur blending as it slicks to their un-graceful frames. they are not built for this, swimming and diving, nor are they built for running, but for staying in place. duckpaw can't get herself to take a step forward. river-blue eyes glow dimly in the chaos, an order barking from a white-speckled maw as splashdance orders them to move. duckpaw tears her paws from the rock, taking one stumbling step into the depths. "starclan, fuck," she mutters, hoping to move closer to the warrior, to accept the help she knows she and loonpaw need. then, she watches as midnightash nudges splashdance, spits something to her companion, and duckpaw's savior turns away. "fuck you! fuck!" poison eyes fill with tears as the dark tortie guides the pitch woman away from herself and loonpaw.

desperation fills the mind of the young drypaw, fear boiling into full anger. they've been abandoned, left to drown like those twoleg monsters of their kithood had left them. loyalty truly is dead, kindness following. a familiar voice rings out, close to the two paralyzed girls, and duckpaw swings her head, finding the gaze of sunpaw. "here! over here!" dignity be damned, she's getting her sister out. iciclefang yowls orders to the drypaws and duckpaw feels a rare hope begin to bloom. not everyone hates them - not everyone is a midnightash.

WATCH THE WORLD BURN 𖤐 I GOT THE GASOLINE

• // ic opinions i swear. brief interaction with @splashdance, @MIDNIGHTASH, @SUNPAW., @iciclefang, helping @loonpaw.
  duck will be getting out, loon will be swept away, pretend this isn't a million years late xoxo "#767200"
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• DUCKPAW 𖤐 "DEE," SHE / HER, RIVERCLAN. SISTER TO LOONPAW. 9 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a longhaired and broad-shouldered cinnamon sepia with low white and acid-green eyes. long, tangled cinnamon fur decorates her frame, darkening around her tail, face and paws. a splash of white blankets the right side of duckpaw's face, spattering out across the russet background, and covering one large front paw. duckpaw's eyes are poison-green, bright and judgemental.

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[SUNSPARK]

For once in her life she's happy to see Foxtail. Not only is it Foxtail, it's others too, on their way to assist with the elders and some of the dry paws who can't do this on her own. Her heart's racing, and yet something in her paws feels oddly calm. Maybe because the only threat in front of her is water - but that's not true either. Her paws are shaking; there's yelling, screaming, she sees a few heads disappear under water that don't resurface. More cats that she blinks and they disappear somewhere and Sunpaw can only hope and pray that it's towards safety. It all becomes a din in her ears that turns to terror in her chest.

But if she doesn't move, she dies.

If she doesn't do something right now, someone else dies.

Duckpaw's cries reach her ears and Sunpaw's head swivels. For a few seconds, they lock eyes. Oh StarClan above, she's actually going to have to do this now. "Foxtail, take care of the elders!" she yells, like she's not the apprentice here. "I'm going after them!" And it's her pride and her stubborn nature that she doesn't even stop or wait for Foxtail's response.

She dives. Well, she really means to leap, but the second she bounds, her paws splash and the weightlessness of floating follows. For a second her head dips, caught off guard, but she lifts it quickly above the surface again, sputtering as water runs into her eyes and her nose. Fast. She has to be so fast. And she thinks of the river, of fighting against a current, and somehow this is even worse than she could have thought. The rising water is only terrifying, and the stones that the drypaws have precariously found aren't enough.

Another rush of water hits her, and she lets her body go limp against the inital onslaught - like when she has to change directions in the river, like when she fooled Owlpaw during their playfight- lets herself roll under it before she turns her paws again to shove herself back above the surface. It stings in her nose and her eyes with debris, it soaks into her bones but somehow she doesn't feel the cold. She's... focused. Desperate, maybe. But the second her head surfaces she knows.

Too far. She knows it, even as she turns her paws with all her might. She is a good swimmer, and StarClan above, she can do this, but... she's not a miracle worker. She can't see Loonpaw anymore, and she can't look where that Drypaw has gone without breaking her focus on getting to Duckpaw. And if it's one extra body, or none of them, she doesn't have a choice. She grits her teeth. And as soon as she can get to Duckpaw, she lunges to set her paws on whatever's remaining of that stone.

"Hold onto me!" she yells. "And kick! I don't care if you're a Drypaw, just don't you dare shove my head under water!" She won't say sorry. Sorry's for if she ever had a chance to save Loonpaw in the first place. She can't be blamed for not reaching Loon. So she'll say nothing. Let Duckpaw think they're still going after her sister. If her sister's even still there. She... hasn't seen Loon in a minute. She shoves the guilt down under the blanket of uncanny feeling of this moment, like nothing's really real. "Let's go!"

// brief interaction with @FOXTAIL Helping @duckpaw. 'Abandoning' @loonpaw​

 

[MERLINPAW ✦]

It happens so fast, it happens so fast and Merlinpaw doesn't know what he's supposed to be doing. The water is rushing in and there's very little that he thinks he can realistically do. Cats are helping other cats, no one is calling for help and going unanswered, and Merlinpaw is just standing there.

Streamsong's voice snaps him out of it. Bugbite is- he's gone, swept away, and Streamsong is rooted to her spot. Does he go and help her? Is that something he's allowed to do? Before they can process anything, what they're doing or why they're doing it, they're moving, wading through rapidly moving and rising water to their mentor's side.

"Streamsong!" He yells, trying to get her attention. "We have to go! You can't help him if you're dead, too!" It's perhaps more emotion than they've shown before, and they hardly know Streamsong at all, so the exact reason as to why isn't clear. Maybe it's adrenaline. Maybe it's the fear that they very well could die right now. But if Merlinpaw doesn't at least try to get her moving, then the possibility that she does die increases exponentially. So they have to try.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  ooc - interacting with @STREAMSONG
  
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  #6360c4
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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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[BLACKPAW]

"SHARPPAW!"

It's happening so fast. The strong current keeps hold her back into the deeper blue, preventing her from reaching to him and the others in time before the debris catches them first. Blackpaw's eyes widen as the branch brings down the elders who Sharppaw and his mentor were assisting. At the sight of Sharppaw chasing after them in the raging water with complete purpose of attempted rescue, she curses and decides to follow him. It hurts to think this, but it's just not realistic to save two frail older felines as only an apprentice. She have seen animals and twolegs die— she knows death more than life. What is death but a reminder to cherish all who will one day vanish forever? We can not save them, an ever familar thought falls, We can only love them.

The flood devours Sharppaw and Blackpaw screams, letting it consume her whole with him so that she can at least try to let Sharppaw be free from the darkness. More water pulls her under, though, she doesn't let the pressure prevent her from trying to search for Sharppaw, just as she refuses to let the all burning in her become a liability. 'Where is this idiot?!' Soon seeing a dark sharp ahead, she kicks her back legs and paddles on forepaws harder. Blackpaw allows the current to take her closer to him until she bites onto his nape, pushing both of themselves upward to the surface for air. Thankfully, it seems like Sharppaw is still conscious when he supports their collected weight upward, their existences living in sync for the first time since they met.

Blackpaw breathes harshly once they reach above water for a brief moment. She quickly glaces around, but finds they can no longer see any of their clanmates nearby, including the elderly Valleystorm and Dragonflysnap. She nearly chokes on the intense emotions that start to tearh her throat, though, she can't spare a second in the guilt and grief when the wave slam her and Sharppaw back into the blue deep. Without realizing while they hit underwater once terrfiying more, her tail curls around Sharppaw's; a silent indication that she doesn't want him to be rid by eternal darkness. Everywhere in her aches and with Sharppaw, losing the remains of her strengh, her legs still. 'I'm sorry,' she thinks to Sharppaw, Blackwater and Ravendusk, all those who she loves.

The response Blackpaw only gets is the falling darkness.

| Blackpaw and Sharppaw are swept away!​

 

[Moonbeam]

It was stories of the river flooding into camp that had made Moonbeam worry last leafbare about her clanmates, about her training under Salmonshade when they'd been ran from their home from other sources. Stories of the waters washing away even the strongest swimmers that had made it so that the clan had backups within the beech copse, a solid plan in case it were to happen again year after year, but it hadn't come last leafbare and so they had become complacent. The herbs that the medicine cat so carefully collected kept what she thought was safe within small divots in the ground instead of higher up, bundles so carefully wrapped at the entrance of the den for easy access for herself, but as the waters began to trickle into her den and she woke up with fur soaked to her sides they began to move, floating towards herself and her mate and as she realized what was happening the medicine cat would shoot up, paws quickly moving to Beefang's side to shake at her for a quick moment. "Beefang!" Sharp word would ring out as she woke up the other, ears pinning to her head before motioning for her to leave, to help the camp. Though Moonbeam couldn't fight she could swim - she would be fine she was sure - and she would meet the other at the copse.

Her brain began to work in autopilot, moving what she could to higher ground within her own den and praying that StarClan would allow them to survive before she wade through the water towards the entrance of her den, grabbing what she could carry she'd offer an appreciative head nod to Horizonpaw as he grabbed two of the bundles himself before she began to move out with the rest of the clan, swimming towards @CLOUDPAW to press against her sister's side silently as she ushered the girl forward. There was no time to wait, no time to tread in place to make sure those capable of swimming themselves were to actually make it out lest they were swept under instead.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[ALGAEPAW]

Had the water always been so... insatiable? So encroaching? So violent? As the river tugged at his knees and drowned his paws, Algaekit could not help but stare at the marvel of nature before him, like the waves had awoken resurgent and reviled. The kitten had stared at the water before, but it had always duly remained within its post, seething from beyond the padded sandbank. He had swam before in its ever-grand embrance, but it had always allowed him to sink within him, never rearing upwards to meet him. Now, the kitten did not recognize the river. He paddled along with Robinheart and his littermates (alongside Claythorn's brood), as though every movement through the thick murk was an uphill battle, the tides threatening to flood his senses with its incessant thrashes of a song. Its maw lapped at him colder this time, as if the hushed whispers of a forgotten season dwelled within what consumed them now, interspersed with the sounds of the bodies and the debris. Fate must be more mercurial than he realized if this is how it would present itself, a beast with a thousand faces. Of course, that only intrigued the child further. Algaekit considered it a game at first, like he were a bird riding through an anabatic wind, lifted along the mercurial nature of his domain. Look how strong I can swim! Golden eyes glittered just above the surface as she paddled alongside her mother as the water slowly rose. Soon, his paws did not reach the loamy ground but glided along to the beat of the humming rain.

That was, until the cats around him started to panic, as though the heliacal sun brimming along the event horizon, heaving and seeping through his waterlogged pelt. Shouting, scremaing, yelping - unlike anything that the young child had ever heard before. Ears folded to the sides of his skull as she found herself slipping away from Claythorn's brood and his own family. "M-Mama! Mama! Redkit! Rivuletkit!" Algaekit yelped as she attempted to swim with her family, like the rampant rivers aimed to swallow him whole now, ripples like lashings of a gluttonous tongue. The more he fought against the thrashing force, the more it bit back at him. Brackish water pierced through his nostrils and maw, with every breath he took stealing away the precious air. It had grown so ferocious that even his voice would not float above it all. He attempted to keep up with the rushing waves, as if he straddled the precipitous line between his life or his death, and cruel fate would stack its odds against his. The only sure thing to Algaekit was the beating of her own hummingbird heart, threatening to burst through a paper-mache chest, and only allowing more of wrath's own essence to tear through him.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 ·₊˚☄ 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

• OOC: Calling for his family! Open to being helped (Algaekit will not be fully swept away nor drown)
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  —— ALGAEKIT / He/She / 4 Moons
  —— Kitten of Riverclan / Sibling to Redkit and Rivuletkit / Mentored by N/A
  —— A wiry, wild-furred blue tortoiseshell with high white and freckle-like spotting. Brilliant yellow eyes, like twin molten suns.
  —— Chaotic, obsessive and strange, Algaekit is a weirdly refreshing character to encounter amongst the sea of her dutiful kin. Beset by nature and her patterns, he is quick to connect the dots even when no such connection truly exists. Somewhat easy to befriend, provided that one can handle his bluntness and honesty at times.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Foxpaw!]

Foxpaw swam alongside his family, orange eyes sweeping from his mother, over his siblings, and back again. He tried to stay close to his siblings as the waves crashed around them, nosing each kitten slowly forward as he paddled between them. Algaekit's voice rose up, his blue, red, and white patched pelt briefly slipping down below the waves as he wailed. Foxpaw tore after her without turning to look at Robinheart, hoping hs mother could manage the remaining kittens without his help.

Swimming after Algaekit, he sank his teeth roughly into the younger cat's scruff and lifted his chin above the rising waves as he paddled furiously towards safety.

// rescuing @ALGAEKIT

 

[Snakeblink]

He does not see Lichenstar go under: there is too much happening, too quickly, and their pelt melts too easily with the raging waters. It is a good thing. Snakeblink cannot afford to be distracted, not now, with cats still flailing helplessly in the rising tide.

All the air he can get, he takes greedily, gasping through the splashes of water that threaten to flood his mouth. His eyes roam frantically around the drowned wreckage of their camp, looking for–

There. A kit struggling against the current, pale like foam on the water as they fight to keep their head above the surface. Snakeblink pushes himself in their direction without a thought, his mind gone clear and quiet with singular focus: he will not let this kit be another cat lost to the river.

He cuts through the water and nearly collides with the kit, paws paddling against the current until the strain in his muscles has become a persistent, droning burn. They're an older kit, nearly apprentice-sized already, too big to be scruffed; he would try anyway if he didn't fear losing them. Instead he ducks under them, resurfacing with as much care as he can afford with his back under their small body, and shouts:

"Bite onto me! Hold on!"

Then, praying to the Stars that the river doesn't rip them away, he starts swimming– towards safety, towards the beech copse.

//Rescuing @Dovekit –​

 

[Duckweedsplash.]

' OH WHAT A SHAME, '
NOW IT DON'T LOOK THE SAME​

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duckweedsplash & 21 moons & male & he/him & riverclan warrior ​

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When water flows into camp, Duckweedsplash doesn't panic.

He wants to of course - stars how he wants to, noting more tempting then the thought of crying at that moment. But the tom is far to aware of his surroundings to do such a thing, panicked cries and fearful eyes stabbing into midnight pelt, spurring paws to rise from their nest.

Powerful legs churn against the water - fighting for each step he takes, unwilling to give into the current. Eyes flit about - searching for something to do, someone to help. He's always loved to play hero - and today is no different. Teeth flash as a bundle of fur nearly goes flying by - grasping Newtkit by the scruff and pulling the child from the rivers jaws.

He ignores their sputtering, and with his charge in tow follows the call of his clanmates - swimming forwards in powerful strokes, head carefully above the water. There is no time to look for Hemlockshine to guide him - instead, he is let to flounder on his own, heading aimlessly towards the beech copse. With any luck, they'll arrive safely.

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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw is jolted awake by the shouts and the icy shock of water soaking into his nest. At first, he blinks in confusion, his heart thundering in his chest as his brain tries to catch up. Then he hears his mother shout his name, her voice mingling with the chaos outside the apprentice's den. The camp is flooding. He shakes his head, forcing himself out of his sleepy haze and scrambling to his paws. The water is already ankle-deep, pulling at him like it's trying to drag him under. His mentor's voice cuts through the panic, sharp and urgent.

Cragpaw, swim!

The tom doesn't need to be told twice. With every heartbeat, the water seems to rise higher, swirling faster. He forces himself forward, muscles straining as he wades through the currents toward the den's entrance. His heart pounds, but a deep resolve settles in his chest. He can do this. He has to do this. The sight outside the den is worse than he imagined - cats are everywhere, swimming, shouting, dragging kits and elders to higher ground. Iciclefang's voice, calling for him, Pinepaw, and Crabpaw, is nearly drowned out by the rush of water. He spins in the current, eyes darting around for a sign of his littermates.

There. Pinepaw's tortoiseshell pelt and Crabpaw's ginger fur are barely visible through the murky waves. Cragpaw's breath hitches, but he forces himself to move, swimming toward his littermates with powerful strokes, his legs aching as he fights against the flood. "I'm here!" He shouts, his voice barely audible over the roaring water. He reaches out to help his brother, gripping Pinepaw's scruff between his teeth alongside Crabpaw and hauling her toward safer ground. His heart races, but there's no time to dwell on fear - no time for anything but survival. "Come on!" Cragpaw growls, struggling to himself afloat while helping his sister. "We're getting out of here, together!"

// helping @CRABPAW drag @Pinepaw ⭒ to safety
Sorry if I missed anything I stuck to only responding to posts more relevant to him to keep from being overwhelmed!!
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[Ryekit]

Admist the nursery, Ryekit was snuggled with Stormkit and Moonkit. The feeling of water started its advancement into the nursery, and she never knew until the bustling panicked voices awoke her. Her eyes slowly open as she blinks the grogginess away as blurry figures of queens, kits and warriors help each other evacuate as she glances at Robinheart with confusion. What's going on? Rye wonders as she notices the water now devouring the nursery and camp at a rapid pace, her ears flattening in panic. Why was the water all the way to their nest? She didn't want to be outside with everyone else, she just wanted to hide away in peace! "A-Auntie..." The lilac colored feline whimpers out in confusion as tears well up in the corners of her eyes.

The water's icy touch replicated the icy touch of death that grasped her mother during her birthing, and fear ran up her spine. Water wasn't supposed to be in camp and if Riverclan loved the water, then why was fear and panic plastered on everyone's face? She squirms to her paws and looks for Willowroot as her siblings collected with Moonkit within Robinheart's jaws. As the smokey figure of her adopted mother comes into sight, Ryekit is waddling as fast as her limbs can carry her to her mother. "I-I'm scared-" She hiccups through tears threatening to spill as a small wave knocks her over as she attempts to clamper on Willowroot's back. Her adopted mother attempts to hold her with Stormkit, yet she can feel the grip slipping in her scuff.

Ryekit's hind legs lift as her tail instinctively tucks between her legs as she waits to fall into the icy grasp of death. Her eyes close tightly until an unfamiliar scent engulfs her as she's being held by someone else. She dangles from the older apprentice's jaws as they exit the nursery and head to safety, her frame pressed up to keep her weight up and out of the water as she feels the tension in her scuff. H-Hurts! The lilac tabby whimpered as she closes her eyes despite his attempts to be gentle as Owlpaw stumbles forward as her eyes open to watch as the waters devour them. "N-N-No-..." She weakly cries out as waters flood her lungs and she thrashes her paws in panic as forepaws wrap around her.

A tall brown and white figure lingers at the surface of the water. How was that? Why are you watching? I don't wanna die... Ryekit sourly thinks and the moment they emerge from the surface of the water - she's a coughing fit. "H-Hyack! Hur-rts! Ma-mama!" She wails between coughs as she expels the waters that tried to rest in her lungs, her frame shivering from being plunged into the waters. Her eyes glance around for the figure that she saw lingering over the surface, but they had disappeared without a trace. A ghost, perhaps? All Rye knew was... she never wanted to touch the waters again. The feeling of the waters pulling her and everyone under easily, her lungs aching in pain from the waters. She never wanted to feel it again. It was terrifying.

Would mama be mad at her?
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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — The black smoke had been sound asleep next to her mate without a care in the world and one of her snowy paws twitch within her sleep, she must've been dreaming about catching a large fish or fighting off a rogue. Unfortunately, she wouldn't rememeber what it was anyways but she's shaken from her sleep when the pale paws of Moonbeam shake her sides so that she woke up. Her head snaps up as her single eye widens to the size of the moon noting the water that slips into their den but she isn't given a moment to react as she leaps onto her paws. Beefang's ears angle forward only briefly glimpsing at their shared net worried what would become of it when they returned to camp but she doesn't linger on the thought as she slips out from the medicine den, her lone eye taking in the sight of the rising water and her panicking clanmates. She hears two of her clanmates calling out to her and the fur along her spine begins to prickle as she snaps her gaze in their direction for a heartbeat and she's about to call back but the nursery is what catches her attention.

Claythorn and Willowroot with their kittens, she would need to help where needed especially when she heard the voice of Lichenstar telling them to retreat so without another thought, Beefang bolts in the direction of the nursery. The muffled scream of Claythorn's kittens causes her pelt to prickle in every direction as her mouth grows dry with fear and her lone eye darts in every direction to see where it came from, the sight of blood in the water causes her move swiftly. Her jaws reach forward to grab the scruff of Sparrowkit gently to pull her out from the water so that she'd be able to get the air back into her lungs and Bee's ears pressed flat against her skull as she glances in the direction of Claythorn to nod to the chocolate torbie. She glances around for her kin but knows that she needed to stay focused on her task of making sure that the dark molly dangling in her jaws didn't suffer further injury.

She wads through the water as she begins to follow behind the rest of her clanmates that had begun to retreat so dry land, her eye noting how some of their clanmates seemed to be missing yet she's powerless to do anything seeing as she's carrying the kitten of both Claythorn and Otterbite. Beefang fears the possibility of setting down the kit for a heartbeat especially if the water decided to rise further.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

• ooc — saving sparrowkit :]

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 15 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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