Open Event WindClan Drink the Water from the Mud ✪ Flooded Camp

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar wakes up coughing and sputtering. She lifts her head, water draining from her mouth and dripping from her whiskers. Weary and disoriented, the leader rises from her nest. Her fur is wet and cold. It takes a second for her sleep-addled mind to catch up to what's happening. Her den has flooded. Dirty rainwater rushes in, mixing debris and waste with the bedding of her nest, creating a disgusting slurry.

indentPushing past the flow, Dustystar escapes the rapidly filling leader's den, only to discover that the rest of the camp is hardly faring any better. The tall, thick grasses that line the camp can do little to protect it from such a powerful torrent. Water rushes in unbidden, saturating the dirt before draining into the burrows. It won't be long before the burrows fill, and the water in the rest of camp begins to rise, engulfing anyone still sleeping within.

indentGreen eyes nervously flit to the Medicine den, Nursery, and back to the center of camp. Dustystar knows they must be filling just as quickly as her own den. The other burrows are reserved for the young and the sickly, both of which Windclan has plenty of. The idea of little lungs filling with water makes her heart churn. She wants to go and clear the kittens out, make sure Meadowpaw and her patients are okay, but the heavy flow of water stops her in her tracks. Wading to the other side of camp will waste precious time. She'll have to put her trust in Honeyflower and Dimmingsun to handle the other dens - she has warriors here that need her.

indent"Everyone!" The young leader croaks, through the water in her throat. "There's a flood, we need high ground!" As quickly as she can, Dustystar moves through the mud to the closest group of cats still sleeping. Desperate, she pushes a sleeping body with her paw, smearing mud on their pelt. "Get up! We can't stay here!" Grabbing by the scruff, she hauls a sleeping cat to their paws and urges them to move.

flood thread for the main camp. Anyone is welcome to be the cat that Dusty grabs!

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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At first, Weaselchirp dreamed she was swimming. The world was dark and cool and soft, and her paws paddled through it lazily. Then the coolness crept higher. Her whiskers twitched. Her nose filled with cold and muck. She sputtered violently as the taste of muddy water hit her tongue, and her eyes snapped open wide, glowing orange in the dim chaos.

" Pft-- PTHHHT! I didn't ask for a bath! " she yowled, half indignation, half disbelief, shaking her head so hard that droplets flew everywhere. Her nest sloshed beneath her paws, soggy and sinking. " How rude! Who decided the floor should be water? " A wave sloshed into her chest, and the reality of it hit her like a stone. The camp... It was flooding. Rain. Water where no water should be. Her ears flattened, fur slick and heavy as she scrambled upright. " Oh stars above and under-- " she muttered, trying to lift her paws, her steps splashing in messy rhythm as she staggered toward the movement she saw ahead.

She collided nose-first into Dustystar, blinking water from her eyes. " Dustystar! " she gasped out, then shook herself like a bird. " You're drenched! I'm drenched! Everyone's drenched! We must wake them, yes, yes, wake them! " she urged quickly, eyes darting around the half-submerged camp. Her voice rose, sharp and cutting through the rush of water. " Wake up! Wake up! The place is drowning, the nests are swimming, OUT, out! " she yowled at the top of her lungs, tail lashing with fierce energy.

She spun toward one side of camp, where she knew her mate's scent lingered. " Pumpkinspice! " she screeched, voice cracking. " You best get that pretty fur of yours to high ground before it washes away! " she barked out before swirling around to try and find her friends and apprentice. " Cloverbloom! Hollowmumble! Slugpaw! If your paws still work, move them! " Her chest heaved, water up to her knees now as she waded toward the nearest nest still showing faint movement. " Come on, up, up!! Oh this is awful, we'll smell like pondweed for moons... " she muttered, but her paws stayed steady, bracing another cat to their feet. " Out, yes, go, go, go! Find higher ground! "

Then, looking back to Dustystar with her soaked whiskers twitching, she barked out between heavy breaths. " You pull the ones that can't wake fast, Weaselchirp will shout the rest of the moor awake, yes? We'll not lose anyone to a puddle today! "

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Ooc: anyone can be the one she's trying to help!!

 

[GOLDENROAR]

It's cold. So cold, compared to the fire. It settles somewhere above, it's eye staring down at him, where his paws are churning to try and keep his head above water. It's hot and cold and he's so, so tired of paddling and fighting the current. He gives in- head sinks beneath water, it fills his lung, the burns are creeping back--

Dustystar's muddy paw smears against his cheek, and he's sitting upright, coughing water. Bleary eyes lift to her, then drop to the ground that's dampening swiftly. His teeth grit. "Well, shit." He spits out, pushing to his paws. He's taller then Dustystar, and the mud on his cheek is simply beginning to wash off from the rest of the driving rain. Weaselchirp is already doing an excellent job telling people to move, but he needs to give instructions.

He inhales, and booms out louder then the rest- "WINDCLAN!" His voice, he hopes, carries like a sharp whip driving cattle, like the crack of lightning and thunder not far from here. "The camp is flooding! Head towards higher ground. Do NOT wait! Do NOT go back for personal items!" He shouts. Goldenroar prays nothing goes wrong. His head turns- Merrystalk is off towards the apprentice's den, Weaselchirp is searching for those anywhere in camp. Goldenroar moves, looking for any senior or elders that need help, focusing on using his weight to help bigger cats up and out of their nests in the meantime.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)