Shipyard OH MISTY EYE OF THE MOUNTAIN BELOW ───〃shelter collapse

[Smokewreath]

{$title} The shelter several ship cats are in collapses suddenly during a storm.

all you have is your

FIRE

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There are few of these derelict sheds left standing, the tin roofs clattering noisily in strong winds, rusting at the edges and crumbling in places to let the ocean breeze howl inside the secluded space with its chilling whisper. Of the ones still remaining this was the sturdiest thus far, he had picked it to have his kits in moons before and at first had been adamant on refusing to allow others inside; fear, hunger, the protective instinct of a new father, it had all kept his hackles raised and teeth barred to any daring to come close but gradually over time cats had wormed their way into his thoughts and worries alongside his own kits. He'd always been a private cat well before being left here, well before the ships stopped coming to and fro the ports; but it had gotten worse at the betrayal of his former mate, the claws in his face, the yowls of blue furred defenders, the pain so sharp he had been sure he died. If he didn't have reason to withdraw from the world before, he certainly did now after such agony but the kits had, in a way, softened him. Bit by bit cats were welcomed into the shelter. Frost and Storm frequented plenty to bring his children trinkets from the sea and the occasional bit of prey when it was found, he grew familiar with the other cats with kits nearby, Adder and Wave, Brook had just lost a child to the cruel waters. Then there were the wayward youths, Bubble and Seal who showed up to play, eventually building nests and staying close by. The shed was full suddenly, warm in a way it hadn't been before even with a few begrudgingly there against their wishes, urged by friends to seek shelter. The dark tom inhaled deeply, tail curled up to his nose and kits curled at his side in the protective fold of his body; he felt Willow at his back, his head leaning against a foggy gray pelt entwined in another more lanky limbed form. His immediate family, kin, closest cats were within a tail length and around them the soft snores and gentle scrap of claws adjusting into comfortable positions filled the air alongside the ever present rumble of the tide.

And then the roof dipped.

Outside the wind roared like a beast of its own, rattled the shed he thought was once impenetrable only to be prove wrong in a sudden rush of cold air and frigid rain; the water dropped down and he found himself soaked with a yowl of alarm, his dark form tensing as he hunched over his kits to spare them the worst of the impending storm until the tin shook so violently above them all it crashed down with the sound of rippling thunder.
"Get up! Wake up! Get out!" Smoke's voice rose up in a sharp bark, his teeth flashing white against his dark pelt as their shelter trembled and began to slowly, gradually collapse. He nudged Willow harshly in the side of the face, moved to prod Lichen and Haze with harried paws before grabbing one of his kits blindly by the scruff knowing the others would be picked up swiftly by the others.

─ & the place you need to reach.

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& if I fall, I fall

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  Smoke

  
  — Future RiverClanner (Shipcat)
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
  #ff7d46
  
  

 

[lilacbird]

lilac shuffled in and out of restless sleep, the thunder and lightning cracking above unrelenting as she nuzzled closer to her mother. small whimpers of fear escaped her, but she took a breath, another one- almost frantically inhaling breaths as she flattened her ears and pressed down paws upon them, trying to muffle the outside noise.

it's okay, it's okay, she would try to encourage herself. and so what, perhaps she was imagining her brother cooing at her. she missed him, so much it already made sleep a struggle. the storm seemed to get louder, the shed seeming to vibrate and shake as they huddled close to each other- strangers, friends, just to get warm.

and then suddenly, something was wrong. The sound was loud. The shaking harder and a cat, one eyes and intimidating to the young girl, he was yelling, shouting. Whimpers and the slight illusion of bravery fell with the roof, her cries escaping her chest as her breaths quickened and she found herself on her paws. "Momma! Momma!" She shouted, though it was loud to her, the deafening silence of the building was much much louder. She was pressing paws into Brook to wake her up, frantically, and huddling as close to her form as she shook and shivered, teeth chattering and tears falling in fear.

Were... They going to leave too? Like her brother?

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[willowburn]

(☾) she can't say she entirely minds the presence of extra bodies within the den. as leaf-bare establishes itself fully, the fisherman's shack has become fuller and fuller, warmth growing with each soft body added. it's not unpleasant, being lulled to sleep by soft breathing and gentle snores, nor can she ignore how much safer she feels, with trusted cats at her flanks. curled around the quickly growing bodies of duck and goose, the ghost tabby lays with her head gently resting against smoke's back. she is half asleep, watching as duck's paws twitch in his dreams, when the tin roof creaks. one tall ear flicks, angling this way and that. the storm raging outside had been brilliant white noise to coax the young ones into slumber, but now it foretells of something more sinister.

with a crash, ice cold water pours off of the now broken roof and into the formerly warm den. willow hisses in shock, curling tighter to shelter her charges from the chill. smoke's voice rings over the din, barking orders, and he nudges her face. she meets his ember gaze with wide fern eyes, body already springing up. "shit, shit!" the molly hisses to her brother, turning to shake wave, to prod at brook. her head swings back around to find the bug kits. "duck, goose, follow your uncle," willow hurries her charges to waking, settling them on their paws before dipping her nose down and snatching one of smoke's babies. she feels the kittish body swing in the air as she follows her family from the flooded shelter.

behind her she knows wave and adder are rallying their kits. frost, storm, bubble and seal will follow, brook won't let her only daughter lilac drown. lichen and haze, sisters to willow in all but law, will snatch the remaining child and bring clay with them. still, willow's heartbeat taps anxiously in her throat as she scrambles through the darkness to catch up with her brother, watching her nephews scurry along ahead of her.

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // waking @Wave and @Brook , guiding @duck and @GOOSE and carrying one of the buglings " #979c88"
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• WILLOW ☾ SHE / THEY, SHIP-YARD CAT. 30 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

 

[Adderfang]

Adder wasn't comfortable sleeping with so many cats under the same roof. Hard lessons had driven him to caution, especially around strangers—and truth be told, he'd never even been in a group this big before. Still, their den was unfit to withstand the storm, likely filling with water as they slept. That was a problem to solve later.

For now, necessity won out over caution.

Chests rose and fell with breath, the hum of purrs, and the occasional snore. His lanky frame curled protectively around Wave and the kits, draped over them like a well-worn blanket, their warmth soothing him despite the howling wind outside.

And then it all came crashing down.

A torrent of water doused him instantly. He sucked in a sharp breath, quickly scrambling to his paws with a snarl. Adder frantically blinked away sleep. The peace disipates in an instant and panic ensues.

The shelter was the only thing shielding them from the worst of the storm and it was coming apart. The roof groaned, rattling its complaints, everything else was secondary now, it was coming down.

The moment it clicked, he was already moving.

"U-up. Get up—now!" His voice was gravelly and sharp, cutting through the confusion, leaving no room for discussion. He nudged Wave and the kits forward, ushering them ahead of himself, bracing against the cold.

Not every cat would be as quick.

His ears flicked back, scanning the dark shed. Where was Knot? Brooks' kits? He could hear them—somewhere—voices tangled with the wind and rain.

"This way! Over here! Move!" He barked, hoping to offer some direction to any lost in the chaos. His heart pounded and his paws itched to move but he dug them in. He wouldn't be going anywhere until his family—and others—were safe.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Ushering @RUSH and @Crescent to safety along with Wave. Looking and attempting to guide @KNOT and others that might be panicking. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

• "speech" - thoughts
  

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Brook]

⋆˚✿˖° I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't explain

Brook's heart raced as she pressed her nose against Lilac's fur, trying to ground herself in the warmth of her only remaining kit. Her dreams were restless, haunted by memories of Rain and the small, lifeless body that had never taken its first breath. The storm outside seemed to echo the storm in her heart, but for now, she was with Lilac, holding onto her as tightly as she could.

The crash came too suddenly.

Her daughter's panicked cry pulled Brook from her restless sleep, and before her mind could catch up, Willow was there, shaking her awake. The chaos of the storm roared in her ears, a terrible mix of rain, wind, and the groaning of their shelter as it buckled under nature's fury.

" Lilac! " Brook gasped, her voice trembling as she shot to her paws. Her sharp gaze darted around the collapsing shelter, taking in the cracks in the roof and the growing puddles of water pooling on the ground. Panic clawed at her throat, but she couldn't afford to give in. Not now.

" Come! Quickly, my dear! Out of the shelter, out! !! " Brook wailed, nudging Lilac forward with her nose, her voice tinged with desperation. Every step Lilac took felt like a weight lifted off her chest, but her fear wouldn't subside until her daughter was safely outside.

✿────────────── ──────── Brook ──────── ─────────────✿

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ooc: @lilacbird

 

[Wave]

Wave of RiverClan

Wave wasn't one to ever be content with quiet or dull moments. There was always something to do, someone to talk to, and some way to make life a little more exciting. If there was no party, she'd make one; if there was nothing going on, she'd stir things up. Loud, proud, and full of life, she shared her stories and wisdom freely, but didn't hesitate to whack someone back into place if they were unjust or cruel.

Now, in the quiet warmth of her shelter, she felt a sense of contentment like never before. Her kits snuggled against her, tucked tightly beneath her plumey tail. Adder, her steadfast partner, lay close beside her, providing the security and warmth she never realized she needed until she'd met him. Her family was complete, and for once, the chaos of the world seemed a little more manageable.

A soft purr escaped her as she relaxed, the weight of the day finally settling into her limbs. But then the peace shattered... The shrill yowls of alarm, the water dousing them, the panic in the air. She jolted awake, looking around wildly, her heart racing. The ship was breaking apart, cracking under the stress of the storm. Adder's voice cut through the chaos, urging her to get up, to move. She swore she had seen her friend Willow move through too, causing her ears to pin back once.

Wide-eyed, she snapped into action, nudging her kits awake." Get up, ye two, quickly! Out o' the shelter, now! We'll come right after ye, don't ye worry! " she ordered, nipping at Crescent and Rushing's fur to get them moving.

Her eyes swept the room. Kits needed safety, yes, but what about Rose? Rose had always been the quiet one, ignored by her siblings, her parents. She couldn't let her be left behind.

She met Adder's gaze, her heart full of gratitude and love for him. She roughly bumped her head against his shoulder, knowing that her actions were more than just a command, they were a promise. " I'm goin' to find Rose, love. Ye get them out. We work as a team, together. We ain't lettin' anyone's story end here. " she urged softly, whipping her head around to spot a certain mother also ushering her child out of the danger of their den.

" Brook!! " she called, her voice urgent as she spotted the rosette queen helping her kit out. " Take Cres and Rush with ye, please! " she continued, giving the other a sharp but grateful nod. Brook responded with a firm nod of her own and gently steered the two kits toward Lilac, her own daughter.

With a final glance at Adder, she darted off to find Rose, knowing time was running out. There was no time to waste.

HOLD ONTO ME AS WE GO ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— As we roll down this unfamiliar road

 

[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

It was the wind and rain whipping her fur and chilling her to the bone that finally drove Russet to seek shelter in one of the only places she knew was safe from the storm. Smoke's den. She'd spoken to the tom once or twice but mostly kept to herself; she was awkward around children and though they were bigger now a small part of her seemed convinced that she'd accidentally step on the kits or something and did not fancy getting on his bad side if something were to happen to them.

The wind howled outside the shed but at least here in her corner away from the majority of others she was safe and beginning to dry. The chocolate tabby was finally beginning to drift off to sleep when it happened- rain once more soaking her to the bone had her up near instantly, curse on her lips as she squinted up to find what was happening.

The roof was collapsing.

"Seriously!?"

Scrambling out of her corner, Russet weaved around abandoned twoleg trash to find that most everyone was already awake. The wind nearly drowned out the groan of the shed as it began to collapse completely and Russet glanced around frantically, green eyes searching first for the exit then anyone struggling nearby.

"Come on!! This way!!" She may be a recluse happier on her own but she wasn't about to leave anyone behind to be crushed if she could help it.

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

───────i only wanted to be part of something──────

• ooc: looking for anyone that's in need of assistance <3
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  Russet
  — Future Riverclanner
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
  #8a2c55

 

[pine]

Pine wakes up with a jolt as a loud sound reverberates through the otherwise quiet night, sending aftershocks through the dirt. What the bloody… he checks that Torrent and Squid are still with him, and sees them stirring, also woken up by the loud noise.

"Torrent," he hisses, voice filled with urgency. "Stay with Squid. Keep each other safe. I'll be back."

He does not stay to see if Torrent listens, knowing him well enough by now that if he's made his mind up otherwise, he won't. He ducks out of their shelter, blinking as his eyes adjust to the darkness outside. Then he sees it. Something tears through him, fear, or something like it– his heart seems to stop, his last breath stuck in his throat. The metal roof of the shed has begun to collapse, caving in on itself like an old fox den.

No, no, no.

Brook and Lilac were in there, somewhere, in the mess of rusty metal and rotting wood. He takes off at a run, already calling for them, the wind whipping sand up and getting in his mouth, tearing at his throat– "BROOK!" He shouts, "LILAC!"

He slides to a half in front of the building, listening, hearing the sound of rushing water– no, no, no– he will not lose anyone else– he spots a gap in the rubble, and without thinking ahead, slips in. Something tears at his shoulder, and he feels warm blood trickle into his fur, but does not stop to look at what did it.

"Brook!" he calls out again, although he starts to doubt whether she will hear him over the sound of water and wind, whether he will hear her. He sees other cats, huddling together or looking for a way out, and pushes towards them, "Brook!"

But before anyone can answer, he sees Lilac, and her mother right behind her, pushing her along. He weaves between the fleeing cats, not daring to feel relieved just yet. He comes to a halt before the two, breathing hard. He does not speak, at first, but a silent understanding seems to pass between them.

"I'll take care of her," Pine says, not really a promise, not daring to make one. He had broken a promise like it before. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if he broke another.

He picks Lilac up by the scruff of her neck and, allowing himself one last glance at Brook, runs back towards where he came from. He ignores the pain in his shoulder, ignores even the other cats, pushing past some of them– he's halfway there when a loud crack sounds from above and without looking to see what is falling, he lets go of Lilac and covers her with his body as a piece of the roof lands on top of them. Pain, again, as some of the ragged edges cut into his skin, but Lilac– Lilac is okay. Safe, underneath Pine's much larger frame. He's not sure if Brook is behind him anymore, but the piece was not large enough to hit more than him.

Gritting his teeth, he picks Lilac up again, and squeezes out from underneath it– his ears are ringing, and although he's sure Lilac must be crying for her mother, he cannot hear it over the sound of his own mind.

Mercifully, the gap he'd come in through is close, and at last, he is able to feel soft wet sand under his paws, and he puts Lilac down as gently as he can, licking her fur, attempting to get some warmth into her small body. It is too cold, too wet and too windy, and if– no, no. He won't even let himself think about it.

"Torrent!" he calls out, and then picks Lilac up again, trudging against the wind towards their own shelter, hoping against hope that it has not collapsed on the young cats hiding in there too. "Torrent, I need your help!"

// ooc: a lot going on here, calling for @Brook and @lilacbird , then calls for @Torrent . feel free to have cats be mad at him for pushing, he's being a bit of an ass<3

 

[lichen]

lichen

Their warm, quiet company is enough to soften the rigidity in her muscles... stood on guard like they are due for surprise assailants at any moment. Perhaps that is Clay's fault, to have joined the sea-side dwellers with blood coating her coat, fluffy with youth. Lichen still wasn't sure what to make of her... did her best to feed her alongside Smoke's rambunctious trio... but the ocean is tired, selfish... and offers them little more. Her nose buries itself in the curly furs of Haze, billowing warm breaths against her mate in slow, rhythmic calm...

It's almost normal... almost peaceful... until there is a clattering so loud it feels deafening. Before she knows it, icy eyes are open and scouring the roof, watching it sag and snap and bend- a paw deftly shoves against her side and when she tears her gaze towards him, Smoke's narrowed pupils share in her fear. He's already grabbing one of his kits, Willow quickly following suit while waking her own charges- the lynx point staggers to her paws gracelessly, giving her niece a rough shake if the raging storm had not already woken her. "C'mon girl- we have to move!" Did her poor paws still ache? All she wanted was a moment to rest and be comfortable and safe...

Guilt gnaws at her, even though she has no fault to claim in this sudden event. "It'll be alright, just hurry. Follow Smoke," she gestures to the quickly retreating tom cat, lifting her gaze to scour the rest of the collapsing den to make sure everyone else was getting up and getting out. Panicked yowls fill the air but Lichen feels little need to join the chorus, turning to snap up the last of Smoke's children in her maw, with Clay still in sight to be sure she made it out.

// grabbing the last buglet, waking up @clay and dipping!

 

[Squid]

squid

Squid sleeps uneasily at the best of times. The howling wind did not make for the best of times. It reminded her too much of the howl of a dog or some other beast out to get them. Though she drifted off eventually, the sound of the crashing roof woke her up with a start. She woke Torrent, ready to run.

After a few frantic looks around it was clear that their shelter was not one about to crumble—at least, not at this moment. Pine was ducking out of the building, calling back over his shoulder. She followed him just to the edge of the shelter where she could see out. The sight of the distant shelter was like a fist wrapped around her heart. How long until there were no safe places left in the shipyard? She turned to Torrent, frozen just at the exit. "What can we do?"

When Pine called out for Torrent, her head snapped back over. The cat in his grasp is small, but even still she can't imagine being able to pick someone up. What can she do?

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[ROSEPAW.]

Usually, Rose would share a nest with Leech so he wouldn't have to sleep alone but tonight as the storm had been smelt hours before it had arrived the kit had taken shelter inside the old ship wreck instead for the night as storms scared her. She had tried to get Leech to join up with her but...her friend was stubborn not liking crowded places so had find shelter somewhere else. Hopefully the storm wouldn't be that bad. That was what Rose had thought before closing her eyes to sleep through the night. But that did not end up to be the case.

The kit got startled awake as the storm hit the ship and the roof above started to shake. Rose jumped up on her paws and started to look around at the chaos that had broke out all around them. What was she suppose to do?!. What was her mom?, her sisters?!. All of them was in here somewhere too!. But it was too dark to see anything. Out. She had to get out from here!. Rose swiftly turned and started to blindly search for the exit when the roof above started to shake again until a few pieces of the roof gave in and broke. Rose was just underneath as the metallic pieces came crashing down right at her. The kit let out a shriek as a tiny piece hit the floor in front of her, and as she froze and looked above, saw the remaining more bigger pieces coming towards her. All she could do was crounching down to the floor and put the front paws above her head as broken pieces landed on top of her.

There was a moment of silence coming from the pile of broken materials until a soft cry came from underneath. Rose had survived, unscratched, however she was stuck inside, unable to crawl herself through it, and too small to have the strength to move the obsticle that was blocking the way to the exit. She tried to reach out a paw through one of the opening as she cried for help, until she spoted through one of the cracks her sister. Sunflower.

" S-sister!, over here!. H-Help me!."

she cried out to her sister while moving the free paw in hope to get noticed. Sunflower who briefly stopped in her own panic as she looked back with widen eyes wondering who had called out to her. It did not take long for her to notice Rose who was stuck in the collapsed pile. When she thought for a certain that her sister would come for her now, that she was saved and could breath out in relief, Rose instead was left to watch in horror as Sunflower turned away and contunie on her run without her, leaving her there behind ....trapped.

 

[STORM]

Frost had been so mad when she suggested they sleep with the others in the old structure. He had complained and griped about how they didn't need to be cooped up with anyone they didn't know. Storm had soothed his worries and insisted that it would be good for them. Extra warmth, maybe some extra food, and Smoke and his lot were bonuses too. Storm had to admit she was lonely. She loved her brother dearly, but he was hardly a conversationalist. She longed for new faces and new conversations. Smoke, Willow, and their little bunch had been a welcomed addition to her daily routine. She hunted in the morning, brought the fun little scraps to the kiddos, chatted with the adults, and then bothered Frost until they went to sleep.

The chill that only grew colder had wriggled its way into their den, and the frost that rested on their coats in the morning was the final push to get Frost to agree to the new sleeping arrangement. She promised up and down that as soon as it warmed up they would be able to return to their den and never sleep around the others ever again. The first night was spent abandoning her brother to the loneliness of their nest so she could chat with everyone and learn their stories. She hardly slept that night she was buzzing with so much excitement. Others joined in and the warmth she felt from the sleeping bodies around her (despite their respectful distance) made her feel... almost whole again. The hole that Tangle left when she left felt impossible to fill, but slowly that hole shrank. It still felt impossibly large and vacuous, but not as scary.

Her namesake raged outdoors. Wind ripped at the walls of their little shelter and Storm could only sit and listen. She always had a hard time sleeping during a thunderstorm. It wasn't that she was scared, but instead she felt she needed to be present for it. A storm had taken her mate and proved it was something to be held in reverence. Frost curled next to her, and the others that shared their new home fitfully tossed in their nests. It's almost expected when the peace is shattered by the storm. Always has been. She doesn't shove her brother awake. Storm trusts him to know when it's time to move. Instead of worrying on her brother, she eyed the families with kits. Smoke and Willow usher their group out with Lichen and Haze. Wave has her bundles accounted for, and others seem to be moving out quick as they can. Storm brushes her tail over her brother's flank wordlessly in a silent bid for him to follow.

keep on moving till i die ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

• ooc: exiting with @Frost !
  

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  ☁︎ STORM
  ☁︎ SHIPYARD CAT (future riverclanner)
  ☁︎ 15 moons, ages every 15th of the month
  ☁︎ open to peaceful interactions
  ☁︎ "SPEECH"
  ☁︎ penned by muddly

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[Wave]

Wave of RiverClan

Wave moved through the crumbling shelter with urgency, every step fueled by the fierce determination to protect. She dodged falling debris with practiced grace, hissing when a few near-misses skimmed past her. The air was thick with the sound of frantic movement and frightened voices. Brook and Pine were nearby, working together to guide the others out, but her attention was quickly drawn to another sight, Rose's mother ushering the kits to safety.

Sunflower, the troublesome kit, darted past her, but it was the faint voice of Rose she heard through the chaos. A cold jolt of panic shot through her as she realized the small one might still be trapped.

With barely a thought, she surged forward, pushing herself through the debris-strewn shelter, only to feel a sharp pain tear through her side as something heavy struck her. She hissed in pain, her body crashing to the ground. She bit back a yowl, blinking rapidly to clear her vision, focusing on the task at hand. She had faced worse.

Grimacing, she forced herself to stand, limping but determined. " Rose? " she called softly, her voice strained but warm. " Ey, wee tike... Is tha' ye? "

She worked swiftly, moving debris with care until she spotted the small form of Rose hidden beneath the wreckage. A relieved smile touched her lips, her breath quick and shallow. " Don't ye worry, pretty child. " she murmured, winking despite the pain. " We're gonna get ye right out of here, aye? " She tried to assure that Rose did not notice she was hurt, or that she had a limp. Her main focus as a mother was this kit's safety.

With a gentle grip on the scruff of Rose's neck, Wave pulled her from under the rubble, urging her forward with a nudge to her back. " Come on, off ye go! Follow the others to th' exit, dear heart! "

She kept a watchful eye on Rose as she guided her, unwilling to leave until she was sure the kit was safe. When they reached the exit, she paused. " Stick around Cres an' Rush! Tell'm mama Wave sent ye, okay? " she instructed with a firm yet loving tone.

Once Rose was safely beyond the collapse, Wave allowed herself a moment to scan the wreckage for any other survivors. Helping where she could.

HOLD ONTO ME AS WE GO ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— As we roll down this unfamiliar road

ooc: mention of @Crescent and @RUSH and helping @ROSE

 

[downy]

Downy had convinced Tide that sleeping in this poor built structure would be fine; sure, there are plenty of cats in here already, but they certainly are not strangers to noise and clutter. It was difficult, at first, to find space where she and her sibling could rest without disturbing the different familial groups that linger about - but they did. And despite being much more used to the comfort she had before this heart-rending endeavor, she managed some sleep, too. Perhaps it was the droning noise of the storm outside that lulled her into an imperfect rest, or maybe exhaustion and hunger made it far too easy to give way into nothingness...

Regardless, she is no different to the other cats that shelter here. The shelter above them collapses with a clatter of noise, opening the sky and letting them all get drenched within seconds. Families are standing, uniting, crying and screaming - Downy watches as one by one, kits are taken from their bedding and out of the now (or perhaps, always has been) rickety shack. She clenches her jaw and nudges @TIDE , saying, "Let's get out of here -!" just loud enough that it doesn't get consumed by the storm.

Downy moves quick, though even as she follows the stream of cats leaving, she makes a very clear note of their newest predicament - where will they go?

 

[Torrentpaw]

「 ✦ TORRENT ✦ 」​

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✦ "Stay with Squid. Keep each other safe. I'll be back."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Torrent blinked open his eyes, confusion lingering in his head for a moment as he tried to come to his full consciousness, being a rather heavy sleeper despite the storm.

What did Pine say?

Despite his drowsiness, the alarm in Squid's eyes quickly jolted him into the present, and he hastily leaped to his paws to follow after their pawsteps, catching a glimpse of Pine's dark brown pelt slipping out of the den. Something is wrong. Torrent was at Squid's side in less than a second, the fierceness of the wind and rain whipping against his face as he stood at the exit, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of what was happening. His eyes widened in horror at the sight--a building that seemed to be collapsing into itself. The fur along his shoulders lifted, he knew there were a lot of cats that lived there, and that was without a doubt where Pine was going. Torrent could barely make out his silhouette now, as it was swallowed by the relentless downpour. His body tensed as he prepared to run after Pine, and help the cats that may now become trapped under the debris of the tumbling shed. He couldn't just stand there and watch.

Before he could act, he tore his gaze from the crumbling building, meeting squid's gaze at her sudden question. The frantic look in her gaze and the stiffness in her posture was enough to change Torrent's mind in an instant. He knew Squid most likely wouldn't be keen on going into the shed, and he couldn't blame them. Which meant he was staying right where he was with them.

"We stay put, and trust Pine."

He meowed after a moment, the determination in his voice ringing over the storm.

"We can watch from here, and if any cats from there come our way we can offer them shelter here from the rain. It'll be hard to find in the dark, but not if we're here to call out to them."

He was satisfied with that decision, though his paws still itched to be where Pine was, anxiety flowing through his body. Despite his growing apprehension, he had seen Pine fearlessly throw himself at a dog and prevail, so he had no doubt in his ability to safely help anycat else in need.

Torrent didn't have too much time to continue dwelling over Pine and the other cats safety--whomever that may be--as a shape formed into view, stopping Torrent from his pacing.

"Pine!"

Torrent recognized the large frame of the tom immediately, and he rushed to meet him out into the thundering storm, his coat growing soaked. He blinked in surprise at the large bundle of fur in his jaws, and at the tang of blood that fell over him as he reached them. He couldn't tell if it was coming from Pine, or the young cat he brought with him.

"She can come with us into the den,"

He assured Pine quickly, trying to stop his normal confident tone from shaking. The urgency in Pine's voice and the acrid scent of blood had showered him with the realization of how serious this was.

"Squid and I will make sure she's okay, I promise."

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✦ 5 Moons | He/Him | Shipyard Cat ✦

 

[clay]

The storm bays and howls, and it drives nightmares inbetween her ears and shoudlerblades, makes her kitten-soft body tense and whimper in her sleep. She's deftly aware of the noises she makes when she wakes, teeth biting down onto her cheek, tears in the corner of her eyes. But it isn't the squeals of death off of her mother's tongue that chase her into being awake, no- it's where all of the other's eyes are turned, towards the ceiling that bends and bows with the howl of the storm. Terrifying screeches leave the metal as it slides against itself, and her ears pin to her head.

Lichen is shaking her roughly, and she whips her head around, moments away from snapping at her paw before she realizes why she has been ruffled. Teeth dig further into her teeth as she pushes to her paws, staggering towards the exit with the rest of the colony stuck inside of the den. It had been warm, even though she made effort to seperate herself from the others, but by the door- eyes squint against the chill from where the storm raged. It was cold, she thinks bitterly, kittenish thoughts chasing her to try and stop, but the next creak of the shed has her pushing into the storm.

Flame red pressed against the ground, kit-claws digging into the soft ground. The wind was abusive, and she looks back towards Lichen, wide with panic and fear and anger for being interrupted in her sleep. Even if it was truly the storm, even if she would have woken anyways, there's a part of her that's pissed in her temporary home being demolished.

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[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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He's counting heads as bodies rush past him, habitually glancing from cat to cat, numbers rattling off one by one in his head; it was a habit born from the ships, figuring out which cats were on before the anchor raised, who was late and who had left - Smoke is alarmingly good at the counting, even with one eye now he mentally checks off familiar faces rushing out one by one. One, two, three - his kits. One - his sister. One, two, his...it's complicated, it's too complicated to think about right now. His kin, his immediate family and those closest to his heart are outside; he should withdraw with them, move somewhere further and safer, but his paws are stiff - there is a sound in the air that is shrill and piercing and almost mistaken for the howl of the wind but in horror he recognizes it, there is a familiar edge to it's screeching despair.
Smoke's shoulders hunched, muscles tensing, every fiber of logic inside him is ushering him to leave; sweep his kits along with his tail and move out further but they perch now safely at a distance with Willow, Lichen and Haze and he sees Storm and Frost as well heading their way. Impulse wins out and he bolts forward back into the gradually tilting structure to the source of the sound, ignoring any yowls or protests to the reckless choice. Miscounted. Missed someone. Claws weakly scrambling against the cold earth, ragged breathing wheezing for air and the pitched mewl of a young cat's cries - he finds her hopelessly trapped, the source of the agonized yowls. Dewdrop.

A white scrap of fur, not much older than his own kits is shaking close, wailing, once pristine fur covered in debris and filth as a tiny head presses close to the molly's side for comfort. His fire and brimstone eye meets the she-cat's pinned beneath the busted ceiling rafter, there is a look in her gaze that chills him to his core; she knows he can't help her, there isn't enough time to dig her free and the wooden slat is already barring down so impossibly heavy upon her back. Smoke's jaw clenches, they are not friends, not really, but he knows her-knew her-she was on the same ship as he and Willow briefly, had disappeared one day and the mewling kitten at her side makes clear why; she had been tossed over same as he had but without the support of a sibling or close companions - left alone. He feels his throat tighten, there are not enough seconds to utter an apology, wishing he could do more, had done more, but he could offer her relief in knowing her kit would at least be safe. He lunges, ignoring the wood scraping bloody cuts along his muzzle to grab the kitten by the scruff and haul her out with a bit more roughness than he would have preferred but he sees the remaining part of the ceiling give. No time.

Never enough time.

He swears there is gratitude in those shimmering eyes as he turns and bolts back toward the opening in the side of the shed, his tail just barely yanking away from it as half the structure drops entirely, his paws catching on the wet ground and throwing him forward but he lifts his head to avoid crushing the kit, jostling her slightly but keeping her held secure.

─ & the place you need to reach.

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& if I fall, I fall

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  Smoke

  
  — Future RiverClanner (Shipcat)
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
  #ff7d46
  
  

 

[blaze]

Being in the shipwreck for most of her life meant she was used to seeing the two-leg structures around her degrading with age. The flaming red tabby helps the others escape the collapse of the shelter as she finds comfort in her idea of never resting in two-leg areas for safety. Nature brought plently enough shelter and resources than to idle in something that could take her life whenever it felt. As soon as she helps escort the younger generations out, her gaze scans the area in search for a familiar silver and black-striped figure of @PIKE . Once the silver tabby is seen, then she rushes over to check that he is unharmed before speaking up.

"You're not hurt, are you, pretty boy? Help me get anyone else out that's slacking, ight?"

If he accepts her offer, then she would linger by the shelter as she watches in before calling out:

"Is everyone out safely? Make headcount, check the kits, and for the elderly!"

/ helping anyone left alone out & interacting with pike

 

[Peachy]

Let's play like we're children and sing till the moons full

Before the day we turn to nothing but sand

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The clouds and air were whipping up a frenzy, sloshing streams of ice cold rain against fragile metal. The anger of the sky was palpable, and the red shipcat was reminded of being back out at sea, the storms raging against the waves. This was different though. There was no swaying of a boat, no crashing of the waves. This time, there were rattles and groans. The jostling of the entire shelter invaded her dreams, becoming harder and harder for her mind to ignore until...

A horrifying creaking sound finally pulled her from her sleep as nature's fury cracked their shelters defenses and a torrent of water and metal fell against the unsuspecting bodies. Peachy jumped up at the familiar voice of Smoke, the tom that so often had groups congregating to him. The tabby didn't need to hear the orders twice and instinct took over as she bolted towards the exit. It wasn't far but... Ocean blue eyes looked back, paws hesitating in their rush as she took in the ongoing chaos around her.

So many cats were helping and guiding others, from kits to adults. She needed to do something. Her gaze scanned, quickly finding a tall stack of two leg boxes near the exit. Without much thought, the red tabby changed directions, moving to hop on top of the vantage point and call out over the chorus of voice. "This way everyone! The way out is over here!" Peachy stayed up there calling attention to herself as everyone moved, bodies and silhouettes hard to pin point in the chaos. She only hoped she had helped a few get out.

With an even louder sound of protest from the building, the wall near her seemed to bend and peel. The sudden onslaught of wind at her back made her instinctively hunker down in a crotch, paws rigid against the boxes that were... not so rigid. They suddenly leaned themselves and Peachy found herself falling forward with the pile. "ShitShitShi-" A brief moment of panic crossed her before she launched herself without thinking.

Before she even hit the ground, she knew she made a mistake. It was a bad angle and her front paw that she planned to land on gave in halfway through. Her body twisted to compensate and the molly suddenly felt a sharp pain emanate from the paw she had landed on. The surprise made her slip, the wetness on the ground making it worse as she went down against her shoulder with a grunt. Groaning, the molly scraped herself up in a hurry, paws scrambling as she made her way to the exit she had hopefully guided some wandering souls to. The would definitely hurt later...

The step into the freezing rain wasn't ideal, but it still brought a sense of relief as the shack behind them started to crumble away. She stared in horror as another piece of one of their last remaining shelters peeled away and was whisked away by the rushing wind. Multiple families of cats already stood in the whistling winds and heavy downpour. Peachy scanned around her, watching everyone check over each other and count bodies. She wondered if they had lost anyone... If anyone was still in there...

Spotting Smoke still so close to the wreckage, said wreckage creaking and heaving still, and with a scrap of fur she didn't recognize a his own. It looked like he had lost his footing and so the molly couldn't help but head his way. "Are you okay, Smoke? We should get you away from the den before the rest gives way..." Moving to crouch next to him, she offered a shoulder to help him up, if he so accepted. He was always so grouchy so she wasn't sure if she should have touched him without permission.

Once they were up and moving away, she continued. "Looks like a lot of cats made it out already, though some are injured..." She glanced around at everyone before turning her attention to the straggler he had with him. He was one of the first out, why was he so close to the collapse. He must has went back for the kitten in his clutches. "Whos this little one? One of the strays? I can help with them, if you need..." This leaf bare wasn't going to be kind to them out seemed...
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• Peachy She/Her
  ❀ A Long Haired Red Classic Tabby with Low White & Ocean Blue Eyes
  ❀ Warrior of the Shipyard
  ❀ 36 moons; Ages on the 23rd of every month
  ❀ speech thought attack
  ❀ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[Shimmerkit]

Shimmer did not know the hardships of life on the waters within the ships that many here had lived before the life they lived now, simply the stories that she had heard in the short life of sentience that she had experienced, stories told to her to get her to calm down, to get her to sleep, for though she slept like the dead it was hard to believe with how difficult it was to get her to that point - though who was to say now how easy it would be to get her to stay asleep?

She remembered being told of the waves, of the way the ships rocked on the water when the storms got bad like they were that night and how her mother pushed her as she spoke, smile cracked on her maw as soft quiet laughter broke through so as not to bother others so that Shimmer could sleep easier, the fear of the crackle of thunder outside ruffling her fur the wrong way and causing kit-like fear to creep into her bones and it had worked and she had been able to sleep curled tightly next to her mother until the crumbling of structure began to cause her to stir, the lift of her feet off the ground in a panic as her mother picked her up to bring her out of their home caused her to wake more before the sudden jolt of her legs back on the ground caused her to wake as rafter connected with the body of Dewdrop and at the same time as an agonized wail left her mother came the panicked cry of the kit as she rushed towards her mother's side, dug into her side in the child-like way of not knowing what to do, came her savior as he looked upon the scene.

Smoke had looked upon the scene in calculated silence and before she can react Shimmer is quickly scooped up and her world changes as she smells the blood that is now upon his maw as her view is changed, as she hears more collapse, and as her savior slips, and finally she allows herself to shed her tears as the shock begins to wash away with the rain. "Is mama gonna be okay?" It's quiet, for she already knows the answer but she has to ask it anyway, just in case.

__________ ALL GOOD DEVILS ☆ MASQUERADE UNDER THE LIGHT __________

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• SHIMMER she/her, shipyard, four moons.
  ☆ a sh all white cat // masking cinnamon tortie w/orange eyes. stands at a short height
  ☆ mentored by none // mentoring none
  ☆ "adopted" kit of Smoke, mutually seen as a guardian
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.