Open Event Camp WC The price of your greed is your Son and your Daughter 🌾Apprentice den flooding

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

Under the cool lull of the night, Merry would have slept content, even with the thrum of the rain. For a glimpse of a moment, the gale guard could convince himself he was home, there within the barn. Hammering comfortingly on the roof of that bold, immovable structure.

Maybe he could have stayed in that dream, lived in a past without the difficulties of clan life. But as each breath grew laboured, and the chill in his bones became something impossible to ignore, the tortoiseshell finally roused.

A dull roaring in his ears as everything seemed to sway, something cool rushing all around him. It was as the ringing morphed into the shouts of cats, a panic that drove cold to his very bones, that Merrystalk stumbled to his paws, nearly tripping on himself as he struggled to keep his balance, every breath a heaving splutter like something heavy resting on his very being.

Through bleary eyes, the roaring was made more clear, water. Far too much. It hammered from the skies above and tugged at his paws relentlessly. Cats yowled from the dens, trying desperately to escape. Dustystar crawled from her den, cats already rushing to the nursery, and the gale guard's eyes rested on the apprentice den. Voices called from within, his stomach churning.

Even while his mind felt clouded, more dull than it had been that... That night, he waded closer to the apprentices' den, eyes wide in horror as he looked within and saw the flooding rising rapidly. "C'mon! To hig-" He found his speech caught in his throat, hacking up water that dripped in rivulets down his chin, eyes watering with the burning in his chest. There was no time to hesitate. "High ground, all've you, camps floodin' 'nd we gotta get y'all to safety."

Even as the water rose higher on the short tom, he trudged within the den, bowing his head and pulling the nearest apprentice to their paws by the scruff of their neck. "Watch yer steps, that mud's gonna be dangerous." Merrystalk found his voice rising louder, the rushing of the water and thundering of the rain overhead grew deafening, but even his words seemed to ring dull in his head, trying desperately to keep his cool.

His chest cried out, with every word, every forced step through the water, every desperate shove to help the apprentices from the den. The gale guard wouldn't leave until every last one was out of the den, the place of safety that had quickly become a death trap.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• Anyone can be the apprentice Merry grabbed and other warriors are free to come help evacuate or lead them to safety !
• 
  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 32 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[Chickpaw]

————————————————————— Here comes the sun ☀︎

The rising water had already roused the fluffy apprentice far before Merry had stormed in. He didn't mind, though—if anything, he found it a bit bewildering how the water lifted him off his paws, pushing the small apprentice from his resting spot in the deepest parts of the den. He didn't... actually know how to swim, and perhaps he should have been afraid of the water rushing around his cinnamon-colored paws. But how could he be? As though he were some little duck, the water seemed to carry him easily for the few moments he was in it. Chickpaw bobbed along easily, his thick, pollen-covered fur seeming to repel the worst of the water.

He looked up in curiosity as a familiar face, Merrystalk, barreled into the den. "Oh, hi—!" He begun cheerfully, but quickly his face turned sour. While he was used to the taste of dirt at this point (I mean, surely other tunnelers got a mouthful of dirt on the occasion, right?), the swirling water carried something far more rancid-tasting. Chick made a spitting noise, trying to lift his head out of the water—but thankfully, he didn't have to float for much longer. Merry gripped the small apprentice's scruff, pulling him from the deepest parts of the water and setting him somewhere far more reasonable, somewhere he could actually touch the bottom of the den. Maybe he could have touched the bottom of the water-filled den, but he didn't really try. He was short anyway, it was nothing he wasn't used to. "THANK YOU!" The sunshine-colored tom shouted, the violence of the storm becoming far more clear to him now that he was free from the water. "I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT." With some struggle, he began to trudge his way out of the den, mud pulling on his small paws as he went.

We'll be here when the world slows down

And the sunbeams fade away

• 
  Chick
  ☀︎—Windclan Apprentice
  ☀︎—He/Him
  ☀︎—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ☀︎—A small cinnamon shorthair with patches of long golden fur.
  #FBCC86 #847635

 

[SLICK]

This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom

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SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]

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In seconds it all got worse. Mud puddles became swirling slop, the land gained flowing water it would not normally have, everything completely went to shit. Slick, from outside of Windclan territory, fought his way into the chaos just as it had begun to brew, and after a lot of hurried guess-work based on his conversations with the Windclanners he had met, he arrived just outside of the camp as everything broke down and the dens all started flooding.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. He barely had a moment to breathe as he scurried around some higher ground. All sorts of cats were going all over the place and Slick did his best to find anyone that he had met in this carnage. A few moments later he spotted someone- "Merry!" Slick trudged through a splatter of mud and waded through some water to dive over to the apprentice den. "Merry-- I know this is crazy to ya' but-- I can help! I'm gonna help!" It was all earnest, Slick was a cat that wanted to do good things.

However, the fact that he showed up, disregarded borders and territory in every sense of the word was... Going to probably get him into some real trouble, but Slick didn't regard that thought as worth his time. Not now. Not with lives at stake. He would get into all the trouble the world had to offer if it meant doing the right thing.

"I'm payin' back your lot's kindness whether ya' like it or not!" Slick declared, moving to help the next struggling apprentice. "Let's go, gotta get to higher ground like Merry said!"

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We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts

today

 

[WHISPERPAW]

Shrieks awaken it with a start, flooding her body with adrenaline as water suddenly floods the apprentice's den. The dampness of its fur drags it's pale body as it's ears twitch and swivel towards his panicked denmates. The young tunneler wakes, feeling it's heart pulse a heavy beat– one that rouses fear. It has never been afraid of water (small pools of water is acceptable)... however this, water laps at it's paws, pulling, sucking him in deeper in its deep claws.

"Great starclan..."

It gasps, scrambling onto it's paws in a panic. Rosy eyes wide and ears angled towards its neck. The camp was flooding.

It chilled him to the bones, as he trails his gaze to the other apprentices– moor-runners and tunnelers alike. Through the roaring, he can catch the yowling of clanmates outside. Higher ground! He hacks up water that catches into his mouth, he finally moves once he spots Merrystalk snatch Chickpaw up by the scruff of the tom.

Whisperpaw moves forward, paws catching on now muddy ground, floating nests and such. Keeping his head towards the storming skies, keeping his mouth away from the lapping water he follows after Merrystalk with a frightened squeak leaving him.

"Go, go go go!"

He trudged his way along, mud pulling at his paws.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ⊹ . ݁˖ .

(

THERE ARE FASCINATING THINGS TO EXPLORE.

) ‧₊˚⤾⊹ .ᐟ

WHISPERPAW

╱ WINDCLAN APPRENTICE.​

a smaller-than-avarage petite albino feline, with flowing - like plush ivory fur upon it's bird - boned frame. paired with dusty, hues of pink sparkling with curiosity about the world around it. his tongue speaks upon riddles dripping from his maw, as the dust coat his paws.

➢

AMAB NONBINARY ; HE / IT ; CURRENTLY 14 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 3RD.

✿

questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.

✿

thoughts ; "Speech, E7CCCC" ; attacks only

✿

may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted

✿

smells like water lilies & an undertone of wild strawberries

✿

— all opinions are ic

speaks in third-person. refers to himself as his name and the pronouns he uses.

— biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by calzone

 

[charitypaw]

Charitypaw blinks open his eyes with the first lapping of water on his whiskers. His tail swipes behind him, the motion slowing with the drag of water. Oh, he remarks in silence, watching as moments pass and cats stir and panic. This is the end, isn't it? He should begin his prayers now, so that they may be sent away with more than the screams of the damned. The fire had not been kind to those lost to it - bodies licked with pain and roasted alive, souls forever bound to a structure lost. Would the water be kinder? Filling lungs and suffocating, the scraping want to survive but being unable to as the body fails from within... At least the lives lost here would be able to see their kin again, once all is said and done.

Merrystalk and Slick command them to leave the den, and Charitypaw notices how high the water's climbed his legs. He blinks slowly, as if he is numb in the brain and can't comprehend even the basic directions afforded to him. The heavens above and hells below have offered them each an end that needn't be served by claws or hatred - why are they running? There is peace to be had in perishing to nature. At least, he thinks so.

Eventually, when the water reaches his chest, Charitypaw finds that the shouting won't stop. His prayers cannot be heard with the wailing and shrieking, but he continues regardless. He closes his eyes when the water begins to lap at his nose.

Blessed be.

 

[Melonpaw. Melonpaw.]

LIVING LIKE A RIOT

SETTING OFF THE SIRENS

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melonpaw & 08 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they/it & windclan apprentice

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─ ─ Melonpaw does not care much for rain. This much, the apprentice already knows - the way the water soaks their fur, and the way the thunder crackles overhead always send shivers down their spine. It's best to stay hidden away - curled up beneath brambles or in the depths of a burrows maw, rather then face the storm and deal with it buffeting their face and fur. Tonight he fully intends to do the same, hiding away sleeplessly as he waits it out.

Unfortunately for Melonpaw (and all of Windclan really, if one less selfish thinks about it) the storm seems to have other ideas. Water pools, dirt turns to mud and sludge, and then-

Melonpaw is yelping and sputtering as water rises high enough to touch her nose where she lays curled and coiled - and then rises further still. Like a trickle of water turning first to a stream then a river, it pours flooding their den. Flooding the camp, flooding them in. Ginger fur is dulled brown by the time they lunge and flail their way forwards - panic overtakes their brain, and they can barely focus on keeping themselves alive long enough to even consider helping anyone else.

It's only when they see Merrystalk first, and then 'Slick' trying to help that they think to do the same. Eyes rove wild, pelt spiked up twice it's normal size, and teeth clatter. "

This way! I see a way, I think!

" she shouts - hoping that someone (anyone) will hear them over the roar of the rain and wind. Hopefully, Merrystalk is right, and heading for higher ground is the solution. (They don't see why it wouldn't be)

─ actions & "

speech

" & 'thoughts / quotes'​

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( Ain't got time for dyin' - I'm too busy thrivin' )

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MELONPAW ​

★ a chaotic force, Melonpaw is a typically rebellious teenager. seemingly allergic to being told what to do, while not necessarily the most irresponsible of cats, they seem to do far better being allowed to follow their own whims then being bossed around. generally cheerful and friendly, their antics seem to be well-menaing... even if they can be a bit to much at times.

─ mentored by NPC

─ somewhat easy in battle (inexperienced)
─ all opinions IC
─ penned by Kitty-Kat-