Open Backwritten Event WindClan The Leaving is Still the Same ✪ Temporary Camp

[Dustystar Dustystar]

{$title} 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! Takes place the same night as the flood, October 5th

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentFor the second time this year, Dustystar is chased from her home. This time, It's not flames licking at her heels that cause her to flee, but a torrential downpour of water. The camp they had worked so hard to build together has been washed away in the rain.

indentWith their camp gone, they need to find somewhere else to seek shelter. Dustystar sets her jaw and does her best to ignore the rain as she leads a group of cats towards the canopy of trees. It's far from her first choice of respite, with potential enemies surrounding every side of the clearing. Still, she can't think of any place better to go.

indentDustystar hides under the branches of a low tree, gesturing for her clan to follow her. "We need to do a headcount. Who's here?" She knows they don't have everyone. There's not nearly enough cats here for that. She saw Goldenroar leading his own group of cats away, but they were headed the opposite direction, and Dustystar wasn't able to call out to them over the sound of the storm. She hopes they're okay, wherever they wound up.

indentSilver fur ripples as Dustystar shakes from the cold. Oh, how badly she wishes she was in her nest right now, safely hidden from the wind and rain. Or the Nursery, sharing warmth with huddled bodies.

indentThe Nursery. Dustystar trusts that Honeyflower has done everything in her power to make sure everyone got out okay. Whether or not she was successful, though... 'Starclan, if you're listening at all, please let them all be okay'

indent"We need to rest, but we can't let out guard down. Nutmegpurr, can you organize a schedule of cats to keep watch?" She's sure the Gale Guard is just as nervous as her. Meadowpaw isn't with them. Still, they need to keep themselves from falling apart. "In the meantime, we need to treat the sick and injured. Does anyone here know about medicine?"

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[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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There was a certain tiredness that crept into his bones as Swiftwatcher followed after Dustystar, his steps heavy with the weight of the flood's aftermath. Two small bundles of fur were clutched close, Honeycombkit and Branchkit, his tail curved protectively around them. Lotuskit was nowhere to be found, and Bunnykit… he could only pray they were somewhere safe. StarClan, please. Not again. Not like this. The camp was in ruins, water still pooling in shallow places, the air thick with the scent of mud and fear. Every splash underpaw sent his heart racing, each sound a cruel reminder of how quickly everything could be lost. His daughter-in-law, his children… he had no word of them yet, and the ache of not knowing gnawed at his chest like hunger.

When Dustystar spoke her voice cutting through the fog of chaos, Swiftwatcher lifted his head, weary but listening. The mention of medicine caught his ear. He wasn't Dimmingsun, nor Meadowpaw, but moons of watching, of asking questions and paying attention, had left him with bits of knowledge that might matter now. Not enough to save the world, but maybe enough to save someone.

" Stay close to Gramps, kits... " he murmured softly, pressing his nose to Honeycombkit's damp head and giving Branchkit's ear a gentle lick. The warmth of their small bodies grounded him, gave him reason to keep steady. He turned his gaze to Dustystar, nodding once, fur slicked down, he looked half his usual size, a drenched shadow of the cat he'd been before the storm. " I know a bit of medicine. " he offered, his voice rough but steady. " If it helps, all paws help. "

And still, even as he spoke, his attention drifted back to the two kits huddled against him. He tried to dry them the best he could with his tail and chest and rasps of his tongue, though it did little good against the chill. Still, it was something. And for now, something had to be enough.




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