Event Camp Neath Dark Waters ¤ Nursery Flooding

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

By this point the constant storms overhead had become nothing but background noise, the rumble of thunder a lullaby that she occasionally found herself waking from to soothe her kits fears of the booming noise. Tonight however it was not the cries of a kit that woke her but a sudden onslaught of rainwater dousing her, sending the molly into a coughing spluttering fit as she struggled to her feet. Water. Water was pouring into the nursery and taking everything it could with it.

Panic claws at her throat, a yowl leaving the Gale Guard with an urgency she hadn't felt since the night the barn caught fire: "EVERYONE WAKE UP!!! Get up, the nursery is flooding!"

Instinctively she turned to her own nest, a surge of protectiveness urging her to take her kits and leave everyone else behind to their fate. She squashed it down. She would no such thing. "Hurry, my little bees..!" Somehow her voice came out evenly despite how frayed her nerves were even as the water rose around their paws. "Get out of the nursery and onto the tall rock, find Goldenroar and your father, I need to help everyone else evacuate. Hold each other's tails so you don't get separated." 'Or swept away, hopefully.'

With a final nudge to each of her kits to be sure they understood, Honeyflower turned to the other caretakers with widened eyes. "Don't shove, there's enough time for everyone to get out! Let the parents with younger kits get out first, I'll be right behind you all!"

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All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

 

[Ravenmask]

Ravenmask wakes with a start- the warning call from Dustystar more than enough to get him to spring into action, bad leg or not. Luckily enough, he's close to the nursery. He wades quickly through the water, snorting it out of his nose when he stumbles, and stops at the entrance to the nursery burrow.

"Come on then little'uns," he huffs, grabbing a couple by the scruffs and swinging them onto his back one at a time. He blinks his eyes against the rain to see where Dustystar is directing the evacuees, and begins a slow but steady swim with the kits safely above water on his back.

___________________ UPHILL IN THE SNOW ☆ BOTH WAYS ___________________

• "speech" || "thoughts"
  Tagging: none in particular - feel free to be any of the kits he grabs!
  
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• RAVENMASK he/him, windclan elder, 93 moons.
  ☆ White and black tom with smoky stripes, bright green eyes, and a twisted back paw.
  ☆ brother of Mallowfeather
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline when attacking/physically interacting
  ☆ penned by plot ↛ plot_twists on discord, feel free to dm for interacts.

 

[Rubblekit]

She is sleeping as peacefully as possible - as peacefully as one can sleep really when the world has been falling for days on end and the adults keep saying it'll be fine (they're lying, it's falling and they're lying) - paws twitch at every crash of thunder, restless and fidgeting. It doesn't take much to wake up the sleeping child, the loud panicked yowl from Honeyflower as water touches toes and pelt begins to soak. As quickly as she can Rubblekit is finding herself on her feet, shaking and head whipping around, mismatched eyes widening as the sky continues to fall, as the world around her continues to end, and despite the instructions that come from the queen it takes the kit more moments than she would have liked to admit to get moving.

Moments that likely would kill her, now that she felt the water lapping at her stomach instead of just her toes, and she didn't know how to swim. She heard stories of RiverClan, whispers of the water-dwellers, of the fish-eaters that were along the border of WindClan, and how she wished she had shown up in their territory now for maybe she would have learned those survival skills. But she didn't think she'd like fish much, and Goldenroar wasn't the deputy of RiverClan, but her hesitance as she had been shaking in the back of the nursery as she now tried to trudge through the water towards the front now caused her paws to move slowly, rapid-flowing water causing her to trip.

Her head dipped under the water as it rose, and as the brown kitten found herself bobbing down and then back up she gasped for air, scrambling to touch the ground as she tried her best to move out, to move away, but she was floating now, flowing away from the friends she had made. "H-help!" She'd manage to sputter-cry out, paws splashing desperately for something to cling onto as the water began to take her away.

[[OOC]] She's already got a planned interaction with Dimmingsun!

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RUBBLEKIT she/her, WindClan 4 moons old.
a round kitten
mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC / sibling to ???
peaceful powerplay permitted
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

When her mother screams, her ears do not hear it. For when the molly wakes the nursery, there is one less kit in her nest.

Hours earlier, Lotuskit listened to the songs of the wild. The thunder above no longer scared her, and the whipping winds enthralled her in their whistle-tones. She planted her paws outside the nursery, risked her very life, and used the cover of night to dart away. One could say it was StarClan calling to her, saving her from a demise far too young. Someone else could say that she's just lucky. In any case, the young tortoiseshell finds herself far from WindClan's camp when the wails of surprise and fear start erupting.

Far, with no idea of how to get home. The rain clogs her senses, deafening her in every sense of the word. Lotuskit continues forth even as it gets harsher, only knowing perseverance rather than surrender.

 

[Swiftwatcher]

'Cause you are loved, you are loved more than you know
I hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so
Though your heart is far too young to realize
The unimaginable light you hold inside

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The thunder crashed above like the heavens were splitting open, and the moment Swiftwatcher heard Honeyflower's yowl echo across camp, his heart seized in his chest. A flood. Water. No, not again. He couldn't lose anyone again. He was running before thought could even form, dark fur already slicked to his sides as the rain pummeled him, yellow eyes wide with panic. The camp floor was already a river, and the nursery... StarClan help them, the nursery was half-swallowed by the rising flood. He could see shapes moving within, small and frantic. His grandkits. Honeyflower.

" Honeyflower! I'm here! " he shouted, his voice cracking through the storm as he shouldered his way through the nursery entrance. The water was freezing, biting at his legs, but he barely felt it over the thundering in his heart. The sight that met him made his breath catch, Honeyflower, drenched and wild-eyed, ushering her kits toward safety with more calm than he thought possible. She was her namesake, sweet, but unyielding.

" Honeycombkit! Stay close! " he called, his tone booming but warm, trying to guide her toward his voice. " Grandfather's here, up you go! " He lowered himself without hesitation, pressing his long fur against the rising current. " Climb on my back, quickly now! You'll be safe, I promise! " He felt the tiny paws scramble up his shoulders, felt Honeycombkit's claws cling to his thick pelt as the water surged higher. His tail lashed, heart thundering with more terror than he dared show. For a split second, he saw Bumblebee, her beautiful eyes still and body unmoving. His breath caught.

Not again. Not one more.

" Honeyflower! Where is Lotuskit?! " he called to her, yellow eyes wide with work as he tried to usher Branchkit and Bunnykit closer to him.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

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Ooc: GRAMPA SWIFT IS HERE FOR THE KITTIES

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit coughs out the dirty water, the brackish liquid having invaded her mouth and nose. Her senses are dulled, but the cry of Momma gets her up and trying to stay above the lapping water. Her eyes dart around, but her sister is nowhere to be seen.

"Momma!" she cries out. "Momma, where's Lotus?" She looks around wildly as Swiftwatcher ushers her closer, her tiny paws struggling to find purchase in his fur.

"We can't leave her behind," she whimpers, looking up to the warrior who came to rescue them. "I promised... I promised I wouldn't ever leave her behind again!"

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OOC:

 

[Plague]

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The cream-and-white molly woke up to the sound of wooshing water and the panicked cry of kittens. Water sweeps over her paws and her chest before she rises, drawing a disgusted gasp out of her - and then filling her with immense dread.

"Kittens!"

she cries, hurrying to pluck her three children to their feet before the water floods their little heads. Whatever drowsiness from sleep that might have had a hold over Plague, is quickly washed away by alertness as she swings Yewkit over her back, and hands Phantomkit and Drearykit to the nearest helper.

"This is crazy!"

Plague roars as she half-wades, half-swims her way to the entrance of the den, keeping her eyes glued on the two kittens she had handed off, and keeping her ears flicked behind her to listen to the breathing of Yewkit.

"Hold on tight, Yewkit. Mama doesn't care if you have to use your claws right now."

There's a particular order to the evacuation - but her paws ache to get out now.

"Go. Hurry,"

she ushers in a panicked hiss to whoever is ahead of her, eyes wide with horror. The forest would never have flooded so terribly. What have I born my children into?

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ooc Information

• ooc: — grabbing @Yewkit on her back, and handing off @Phantomkit and @Drearykit to any available warrior!
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  PLAGUE — SHE/HER ･ 25 MOONS ･ QUEEN ; WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY IXORA

  a complex molly; timid and meek on the surface, but what dwells beneath?