Open Event Territory YOU WERE ALWAYS THEIR FAVORITE ☼ ] cornfield temp. camp [

[GOLDENROAR]

IMPORTANT

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 night of the flood, Oct. 5th.

His paws are soaked, and the mess of fur that's normally pushed back out of his face keeps getting in his eyes. It's slightly higher ground here, water running away from them while he leads a ragtag group of Windclanners away from where it flooded. He isn't even sure who follows him until he comes to a stop in the waving rows of corn, of which slightly protect them from the driving rain. Their flank is near a fence, something for them to hunker down near- and just beyond, the ruins of the barn.

Ironic, wasn't it? Something claimed by fire now standing over them as they're driven apart by rain.

"Windclan." He calls. "We're staying here for right at the moment." He swallows. His throat is dry, scratchy. Nervous, are we? His thoughts betray him, and he bites down on his tongue. The rain still drives down on them, and maybe it's wishful thinking, but it doesn't feel as bad now that they aren't chest-deep in the water. "Get some rest. Any of those of you able to hunt, let me know. I'll set up a small patrol for us to hunt... yeah." Goldenroar exhales softly.

He's exhausted. He wants to sleep, so desperately, but the nightmare he had just before he awoke to water in his maw... he can't return to that at the moment. His bushy tail tucks close as he shifts to a slightly higher spot, eyes half lidded. "I'll take the first watch, and when we're all recollected a bit, I'll send the patrol out. Once we have our strength, we can regroup with the others." Goldenroar says, thought he feels... doubtful, for some reason. His eyes shift towards Meadowpaw, and he offers a half-warm smile, though the rest is colored with exhaustion.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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  // @Meadowpaw but no need to wait!
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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She's more tired than she's ever been. Her fur clings to her skin in soaked clumps, plastered against her trembling frame. Every shiver rattles up her spine. Where she once hid her scars, she doesn't bother now—her tail drags limply in the sopping mud. Every step feels like she's dragging a bundle of stones behind her. Meadowpaw trudges through the sagging rows of corn before bracing herself against the fence to catch her breath.

All around her are sniffles and coughs. Cats huddle together for warmth, their eyes hollow with exhaustion and shock. Some are injured, and all of them are worn by what they've just experienced.

Her mind churns like floodwater. Thoughts colliding and sinking beneath the weight of one another. Where was everyone else? Were they safe? What would happen to WindClan now? Each question bleeds into the next until she can hardly think at all. The sound of raindrops striking the leaves turning deafening. She thought she would cry more, but there are no tears left to shed. No feeling at all left beneath her skin.

When was the last time she felt this numb? After the fire, maybe. When the barn was left smoking, along with any semblance of her future. When she and everyone she knew became unrecognizable. There was nothing she could do for them back then. It was she who needed them to console and keep her safe. But she was different now. She knew things that could help them, that could save lives. Right now, there were cats who needed her. She can't afford to give in. She had to keep going, even if that meant turning something off.

If she stopped, even for a second, Meadowpaw wasn't sure she would ever start again.

Goldenroar takes point, setting a pace for them to follow. They needed to regain their strength, tend to their wounded, and eventually search for the others. His azure eyes flick toward her and his weary smile meets hers. Separated from Dustystar, Dimmingsun, and the rest of the council, it's just the two of them now—two exhausted cats holding together what's left of their splintered clan.

There's no more time to rest before she rights herself. "If anyone managed to salvage herbs, bring them here." The request scrapes raw against her throat, the silt and feel of silt on her tongue. What she and Talon had managed to save was lost. That failure is one she is sure to regret. "Is anyone badly injured?" She rasps, tired green eyes flicking over her scattered clanmates.

// If you are injured and need assistance, please tag me!

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[Silentstep Silentstep]

Silentstep, 36 moons || Windclan || Tunneler
A fawn tabby with brown and white speckles.
She has a friendly demeanor, yet overshadowed with oddity.

Tagging - @Meadowpaw @Fogstare @ZII

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With tired, aching paws, Silentstep and the other two had managed to enter the temporary camp. It didn't take long for the she-cat to call out a response, overhearing the distant request from Meadowpaw.
" H-HERE…! My… My friend, he needs help! "

Silentstep continued to move forward. From their arrival, you can see she was a form of guidance for Fogstare, being there right beside him as support due to his vision been overridden by an injury across the face. The result of the claws from the sticks that had slashed him. Her fur was drenched in stained mud that still clung to her fur up to her chest, the aftermath from fighting the currents for so long. Followed with some twigs tangled within, she wasn't able to properly rid of. Her tired eyes roamed around the temporary camp. Seeing everything, the she-cat's mind began to brew thoughts, and it grew louder, frantic questions on the state of what would Windclans future will be after this... But it was pushed back down into the void, for now.

Being with everyone, she allowed herself to release a sigh of solace... Even despite the clan's current status it's in, she couldn't be more relieved to be in a group.
With the stress released, her body began to sway again from exhaustion. But, she fought to uphold her stance.
Not now...don't… Don't fall now...
It was all she could assure herself to press on, when her friend gets the help he needs, she'll then accept into succumbing to the exhaustion.

 

[Fogstare Fogstare]

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Fogstare couldn't stop shivering, the relentless shaking in his limbs never ceasing even despite having left the flooded pool of their home behind. He pressed into Silentstep's side, not needing her guidance so much as trying to capture even a fraction of the warmth coming off her own sopping wet fur. His limbs still felt cold, the emptiness of the current still haunting him, the sway of his limbs not helped by his newfound blindness.

Perhaps he should be scared, worried for his eyes and what that meant for his future if something was found to be wrong, but he just couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. Right now, he wanted warmth, and he wanted to be with other cats. Soon enough the sound of grass being beat upon with rain entered his ear, along with the tired and worried meowing of others. Familiar voices, they caused his steps to pause for a moment, relishing the small crumb of familiarity, until he jumped at Silentstep's sudden call for help.

He turned his head, bumping his muzzle harder than anticipated against Silentstep's shoulder, and scoffed weakly. "Do-Don't yell like I'm dying... I'm fine.." He sniffled and walked forward, paws freezing to the spot when the molly didn't continue with him. Oh... How am I supposed to...

His attempt to escape any sort of inspection was immediately halted, the fool couldn't even see where he could hide to begin with. His head turned from one side to the other, looking lost as he seemed to try and figure out where exactly they even were. With less rain soaking them through, the blood over his eyes had started to mat into the fur of his face, giving him a particularly scary look.

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> @Silentstep
> @ZII
> @Meadowpaw

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[ZII]

Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down

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Zii's torn ear flicked as he exhaled through his nose, the breath half a scoff. The storm still rumbled overhead, sheets of rain drumming on the earth as he stepped forward and gave Silentstep a light but firm nudge. " Both of these need a look-over. " he announced flatly, voice carrying easily over the patter of rain. " Don't think the tiny one's hurt, just exhausted. " he drawled, eyeing the drenched form of Silentstep. " She inhaled some water, fought some currents. "

His red eyes shifted toward the tom still stumbling in his wake. " This one, though? Can't see a damn thing. " Zii tilted his head slightly, taking in Fogstare's matted, blood-slick fur and the sluggish way he moved. " Probably clipped something sharp when the water swallowed your camp. He's lucky he didn't drown before I found him. The both of them. " For a heartbeat, his gaze drifted over the chaos around them, the bitter scent of fear. Then his tail flicked once, dismissive. He didn't linger long on sentiment.

" Don't worry. " he drawled, steering Fogstare toward the figure of Meadowpaw with another nudge. " I'll be out of your fur soon as this storm gives up. Happened to be in the neighborhood, looking for shelter. Guess your fancy little hollow wasn't all that weatherproof after all, huh? " His tone was dry, edged with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes.

As he pushed Fogstare closer to the she-cat, his gaze caught on her this time. The missing leg made him pause, red eyes narrowing just a fraction. Well. That explained the uneven stance. He blinked once, mildly impressed, though he didn't comment right away. Finally, a low hum escaped him, thoughtful. He didn't realize there were cats with missing legs part of these so called clans... How did this one hunt? Had she found a way to be useful?

He stepped back, shaking rain from his fur, eyes glinting faintly with mischief even as exhaustion started to creep into his limbs. " Now, go on. Patch him up before he decides to keel over. I didn't drag him out of the river just for him to die on dry land. "

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[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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The sun has already risen by the time Yewkit stirs, light pressing against her eyelids until she jolts awake. Where is she? The fur next to her is unfamiliar and strange, though warm still.

She blinks, confused, until she realises the shape next to her is Talon, curled around her small body, keeping her warm. Why isn't she with mother?

And suddenly the memories flood back to her, like the never-ending water from the previous night. She realises she must have passed out from exhaustion when she was handed off to someone by Talon, but he is back here. Finally orienting herself, Yewkit looks around herself - she has never been here before. She has never left camp until now, kits aren't allowed to, but now camp is no more and she and a couple of her clanmates are near some...she doesn't even know how to describe what she is seeing. This place is nothing like she has ever seen.

"Mother?" she whispers, looking through the present clanmates. But no matter how hard she looks, Plague nor Yewkit's siblings are anywhere to be seen. Her body shivers, not from the cold, but from fear of what has transpired last night. She remembers running, the roar of water and then... Had she done the right thing? Lifting her body, Yewkit checks if the medicine she saved is still there and sees the bundle of herbs she managed to grab. Hopefully Meadowpaw will find some use for them...

Meadowpaw!

She jumps up, disturbing Talon, and takes one more look around the gathered cats, eyes wide with panic. No, no, she can't lose everyone in one night! Not when Plague and her siblings are missing! Then her eyes rest on the calico tending to her injured clanmates and she calms down. At least someone is safe.

"Thank you, Talon." she blinks at the apprentice who must have returned to her after going back into the medicine den. She is glad for that, to have someone looking out for her. "I.." she looks at her precious herbs. "I managed to save these. I don't know if they are any good, but.." Turning her head towards the medicine cat, she says, "I hope Meadowpaw can still use them to help."

She closes her eyes, not wanting to think about where her other clanmates might be now. The number of cats around her is so little, the rest of them must be somewhere else, right? "Let's go help her." she murmurs, more to steady herself than anything. If she keeps busy, maybe the world will stop spinning for a little while.

OOC: Tagging @Meadowpaw and @Talon ​

 

[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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Where did that Merry disappear off to?! Slick could have sworn that he said he would be right behind him and all of those other young cats that had to get yanked out of that den! Worried for the guy's safety, Slick almost waited around there a bit too long himself, however, he had to keep going- get these other cats to safety as best as he could as well as himself too.

If Merry got himself hurt, well- well, then Slick was gonna kick his ass! That would have to be settled at some other time. Slick was going to do good by his word and make sure as many of those 'apprentices' were up somewhere higher and not at risk of being submerged. He could only do so much as one cat but by the stars he was going to do it damn it! All he had left to do was hope, hope that everyone watched each other's backs.

Slick moved forward from the camp and found himself reaching a group of these Windclanners. At first he didn't recognize any of them, that is until he saw Meadow. Phew, someone at least somewhat familiar! "M-meadow, hey!" Slick scurried over to her. "I-I'll help, if there's anything you need, just say so!" A few other cats arrived, one with a nasty injury across their face, and the other barely standing up. Without thinking, Slick moved towards the wobbling form of Silentstep without even thinking about how he was essentially a stranger to them. "I-its okay, you made it, you're safe!"

It was the vibe of that third guy that Slick didn't like however. Momentarily narrowing his gaze at the cat with the blood red eyes, Slick chose not to engage despite everything in his head screaming at him to do so. This wasn't the time nor place. Whatever reason this cat had to bother saving someone, at least he saved someone. For now, that was good enough for Slick to remain calm.

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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