Event Territory Tell Me We Can Face This ¤ Temporary Camp

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

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It appears the clan has been separated into small groups in the chaos! Please keep in mind that your character cannot be two places at once and should only reply to one camp thread to avoid confusion!

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Her chest aches whenever she breathes. It's all she can think, at times. Honeyflower sits on a slightly taller rock than the others that surround the small group of windclan cats that had followed her to the safety of the highstones. A sheep dog guarding her flock as late morning light makes a muted appearance through the clouds overhead.

She rises on still muddy paws, clears her throat. Red-rimmed eyes search each tired face. "Windclan," It comes out as a croak that devolves into a cough for a moment. "I know we're all exhausted and scared. But we're safe here, for now. I'm sure the others have found a safe place to recover as well."

'Please be ok, wherever you all are...'

Surely there were other places in their territory that were at least somewhat dryer than their camp currently was? She frowns at the thought, takes a breath that rattles out as a wet cough that causes her to grimace at the grey wetness that was now on her shoulder where she'd coughed into it.

"In the meantime we still need to eat and regain our strength, can those able-bodied enough please go hunting? Take at least one other cat with you if you do. And if you happen to see one of our own out there... ask them to pass along the message that we are safe at highstones."

That was all the energy she found she had, the calico sits heavily, wrapping her tail around her paws. Thoughts of her mate and kits spring to the forefront of her mind but she forces them away. "We will get through this, everyone... I know it's hard, but for now, let's focus on regaining our strength. With any luck, our camp will be safe to return to in a few days and we can regroup there."

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All We Have Is All We Need

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Honeyflower

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

 

[Ravenmask]

Ravenmask shepherds the kits they managed to pull along to their little makeshift camp closer to a patch of drier ground. He gives Honeyflower a sympathetic look, knowing she must worry over the other kits that were out there. He had to believe their Clanmates were out there, somewhere. It was too soon after the fire for them to suffer like this again.

WIndClan was meant to have a home, weren't they? Things would work out. They had to.

"Alright, you all curl up right here, yeah? Honeyflower's got things covered, and we're all gonna be just alright." He winces as he lays on the ground beside them, his leg aching from the effort of swimming through the flood.

I know Meadowpaw'd mentioned water could help, but I think this mighta been a tad much!

"Kits, while the warriors and rest of our Clanmates go out 'n get food and such, why don't I stay here with ya? It's been a long night 'n I'm sure more than one of ya needs a lil' nap."

___________________ UPHILL IN THE SNOW ☆ BOTH WAYS ___________________

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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.

 

[cloverbloom cloverbloom]

Muddy paws marched along in silence as Cloverbloom followed her clanmates. The adrenaline was finally starting to wear off, and as it did all the pain it had been silencing washed over her. A tightness and ache in her chest - no doubt from all the water she'd been coughing and spitting up - and some sort of sharp pain in one of her hind legs. Looks like I've overdone it a little...

She gave her fur a weak shake before walking closer to the rest of her clanmates. She was so tired, and so sick of breathing in more water than air and every exhale becoming a cough. She settled herself down next to Weaselchirp, hunching herself down and wrapping her tail around her body. So cold, and so wet... It feels like I'll never be dry again!

Honeyflower's voice rang out, asking warriors to hunt. As much as she would have loved to, Cloverbloom knew she shouldn't push herself too much farther. Especially since their little group of cats didn't seem to have any medicine cats in it... Best to just try and rest until our clanmates find us.

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• Cloverbloom she/her & windclan tunneler
  ✿ lh red lynx mink w/ white spotting
  ✿ 14 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ✿ Slight suppressed southern accent
  
  
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  template by scarlet
  template art by lassie​

 

[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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Orange hues, wide and almost glowing, fixed on Honeyflower for a long, quiet heartbeat. Tired, oh, she looked so tired. Poor Honeyflower, weary and alone. One kit pressed close, but the others... gone. Hopefully safe. Hopefully dry.
Weaselchirp's chest ached. Her mate... Where was she now? And Honeyflower's mate, the blind one… would he have made it? Would any of them? The questions gnawed, but she swallowed them down, standing tall even as her heart quivered.

She leaned closer to Cloverbloom, rasping a tongue gently over the younger cat's ear, the motion soft and steady, almost motherly. Cloverbloom looked worn thin by worry and hunger, no more digging, no running, not now. She would rest. Weaselchirp could still stand, still move. She would make herself useful while the others gathered their breath. Ravenmask had the kits. Honeyflower had this little hollow of safety. Cloverbloom could watch the camp.
Weaselchirp… she could go. She had to.

" I can hunt. I can run. " she chirped at last, her thin tail giving a little tremor as she stepped forward. Turning once, she brushed Cloverbloom's cheek with her nose. " You rest now, mm? You did well. So well. I'm proud of you, a full-fledged warrior. "

Her gaze lifted to Honeyflower again, that familiar wild glimmer bright behind her exhaustion. " I'll find something for the tummies that growl. " she meowed, voice soft but certain. " You rest, gather your strength. And if I meet any from the other camps… " She paused, whiskers twitching as rain began to patter again above them. " I'll tell them you're alive. I'll ask for your kits. Your kin. I'll tell them we are here. "

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[Plague]

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With Phantomkit and Drearykit in tow, Plague follows tiredly after the gale guard that had assisted the nursery when the worst of the flood hit. Water mats her pelt, threatening to drag her down with each and every step. Her kits are shivering and water-logged, and the queen feels disgusting and mud-caked. WindClan is scattered every which way - and still, the gale guard proclaims them safe.

An unsteady growl rumbles in Plague's throat. Not all of us. Her gaze scans the small crowd, looking for tiny heads to count - of her own, she can only see two. Her stomach churns, with dread and anger.

"Yewkit?"

the molly calls, weaving between cats for a moment before coming to a pause. Her precious daughter is nowhere to be found. With a blaze in her eyes, Plague spins to stare daggers at the nearest warrior.

"My daughter is missing. Where is she?"

she demands, as if anyone would have the answer in this uncertain time.

"Where is my little Yewkit?"

And how could she have left her in a time like this? Why had she left the nursery without informing her mother first? Why did she entrust her life with anybody except for her? It is the sting of betrayal and failure that eats at her the most. Her relentless lessons had not ensured her daughter's survival - or, perhaps, Yewkit had simply chosen to rebel at the most dangerous time possible.

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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?

 

[Sparrowburrow Sparrowburrow]

———————————— The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening ✦

The red tom was utterly soaked to the bone, their long pelt holding water as they shivered with an exhaustion in their eyes. Having been caught in a tunnel, trying to reinforce one near the camp before finally retiring to sleep, they managed to scramble out before anything collapsed about them, but it had left them completely alone.

They hadn't wanted to risk going back to camp, not while the rain and wind roared overhead, threatening to drown anyone in the flash floods the moment they took their eyes from the water. Instead, they took to the highrock, only knowing the direct from having talked with Meadowpaw, high ground would protect them while the storm was rife.

It took them far too long, paws not even the slightest adept in trudging the sodden earth, but in time, they managed to find a solace in the place closest to Starclan. Sparrow wasn't so devoted, but cats about him spoke so highly of those long-dead ancestors, so if they were to protect the cats ever, now would be the time for them to protect them all.

To their relief, there were more cats here, ones he recognised. They let out a sigh of relief, seeing Honeyflower and many other familiar faces. Sparrowpaw, soaked to the core, approached the gale guard with a tired chuckle, void of all humour. "I-I'm glad I found y'all, I nearly got swept off my feet out ther-" But, his words faltered as a shriek caught his ears, that snappy new queen glared down at them, snarling at them about a kitten? "H-Hey! I just got here, I don't know 'bout no kittens?" They spluttered, glancing back to Honeyflower sheepishly. It wasn't like they were his kits to watch!

They turned to Honeyflower, properly, giving a water smile. "I'll uh... Join a hunt a lil later, I wanna try 'nd dry off a bit so I ain't too bogged down huntin', got caught in one've the tunnels floodin..." Sparrowpaw tried to swipe muddied water from their pelt. They hadn't realized how heavy they felt with their fur so soaked; frankly, it made them feel more and more exhausted. "I'll keep 'n eye fer uh... Yewkit, 'nd anyone else wanderin' nearby," They quickly added, not wanting to earn the ire of Plague while already facing an actual raging storm.

——— Like grief and sweet memory,

Wildflower and barley. ———

• ooc - talkin to @Honeyflower & @Plague
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  Sparrowpaw
  ✦—Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons
  ✦—They/He
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A longhaired tortoiseshell with amber eyes and protruding canines.
  #bf4916

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

She gives a nod and appreciative smile to Weaselchirp and Ravenmask both. The elder was good with kits and with any luck he could get them all to sleep while she went through the frankly somber duty of trying to do a headcount. There would be no way of knowing if the others had not made it or simply been separated, but she had to believe they were all alive and safe. They could reunite. They could rebuild. They'd done so after the fire and would do so now.

Just at the edge of her peripheral Plague spins on the nearest cat who she recognizes as Sparrowpaw and Honeyflower leaps to her feet to shove herself between the two. "Enough, Plague." It comes out as more of a wheeze than the command she wants it to be and she grimaces. "Yelling at each other won't solve anything- Yewkit, Lotuskit, and the others are fine, I'm sure they're with Goldenroar or Swiftwatcher."

She can understand Plague's worry. After all, hadn't she snapped at Dimmingsun during the flood for the very same reason? Perhaps the other would be more willing to listen, from one mother to another. "As soon as Weaselchirp returns with news, we can regroup. It's hard to wait not knowing what's happened, but your children here need you too."

Finally she turns to Sparrowpaw, touching her nose to his shoulder. "I'm glad you made it out alive," Her whiskers twitch with an unasked question. Have you seen anyone else out there? "Go rest and try to get warm first. You can hunt after Weaselchirp returns."

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honey

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

 

[Chickenscratch Chickenscratch]

My broken wings dream of the sky
and they'll never be able to fly,

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CHICKENSCRATCH, She/Her / 56 moons / Windclan Warrior
Long hair Amber 'blue' molly with flame point / short hair cream tabby chimera with golden eyes
Daughter of HOOT, Sibling of OWLBEAR
Super chill and a good listener, tends to look on the bright side wherever possible (maybe even a bit too much), almost always gives other cats silly nicknames so... Prepare yourself
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After doing her best to assist her clanmates, Chickenscratch also had to make her way to higher ground. Given the situation and the rising waters, the closest and safest option for her to take was to reach for highstones. Alongside the others that had reached this place, Chickenscratch was drenched and worried for the safety of the others, those that she couldn't see.

Of course, with Chickenscratch being Chickenscratch, she had a seemingly endless supply of hope. "Of course, Honeyflower, we're a resourceful bunch. I'm sure everyone has reached a safe place." She tried to ease Honeyflower's worry. Even in this situation, there were some necessities- such as food. Weaselchirp offered to go hunting, but as Honeyflower suggested it was best to go with at least one other cat, to which Chickenscratch nodded in agreement. "Steady on, Weaselchirp, I'm headin' out with ya'."

That way, nobody would need to worry, safety in numbers started in pairs.

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Only if we never try...
On my ~

LOOOOOOOVE

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