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It had been two days since the flood. Maybe three; he was having trouble judging the time now. The moments blurred together as he slowly journeyed home. He'd stopped for a meal and gotten some sleep, and that had refreshed him, but that energy had worn off a day ago and left the exhausted, skinny tom with nothing to distract him from his cut, bled paws and the gnarled snares of his debris-filled fur. Most cats would have stopped to clean themselves up, but he had to get back to his clan. He'd been gone too long already. Would they be rebuilding now? How bad had the damage been?
Did anyone survive?
There had been no word from his clan, at least, not any sign that reached his ears. It had been a while since he had encountered another clan cat, but still he feared, and he was stricken with grief for the cats he must have lost. There was no way he could have stopped the flood, even he accepted that, but surely there was something he could have done.
The thoughts circled endlessly in his head as he plodded on, step by step.
Finally his land was on the horizon, and he could see the close hill where the bloated river was surrounded by downed tree limbs, the wave of destruction. So there was so damage, but that was to be expected; this corner of the territory was too low and often troublesome, anyway. If this was the extent of the damage, they could handle that. Chimerastar licked his drip lips and tilted back his head, calling for his clan. His voice caught and he coughed, his haggard form shaking with the force, before he tried again. This time his raspy voice was a little louder. Please, don't all be dead.
"Is anyone watching this border? Cal, I'll have your tail strung up over my den if you stopped patrols just because I was gone."
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Post by simplylight on Sept 12, 2019 13:23:40 GMT -5
"Talking to the wind again, eh?" A voice croaked from behind the ragged Waterclan leader. It was a familiar, gruff voice, yet choked with grief and raspy from the frantic breaths taken in brief moments above water. The large she-cat stepped out to stand by Chim, looking across the tattered, flooded remains of their clan in passive grief. Tuskblood had fought hard to save every kit she could manage. However, she had seen no sign of Cavernkit, Seakit, and a few of the others. She could only hope that they somehow made it out with Cal, who also got swept away by the torrential waters. Her heart stung with the painful, visual reminder of destruction that ransacked the camp they once played in. They were so young...
She shook her head to try and clear the troubling thoughts and turned to look at Chim. "You look like a mess." She weakly snorted and pressed herself closer to her friend's side to warm him up. She didn't look so fantastic herself, honestly, but her thick coat would surely help in some way. That, and seeing him once more and having a friend to distract her thoughts with helped, if not him, her. "I-" She paused for a moment, "I'm glad you're alive, Chim. We were so worried."
Edited Sept 12, 2019 13:26:48 GMT -5 By simplylight
He had never been so relieved to hear her voice. Chim turned quickly to face her, urgently scanning her for any signs of damage or grief or anything that could reflect what happened to the other cats. She looked terrible -- it was more of a shock then his appearance, he thought, because even if he looked half an inch from another death it wasn't that different from usual. Chim hesitated, then embraced her as well, leaning against the large cat and taking comfort in her closeness. At least he had someone here with him; at least he hadn't lose all of them. The burden on his shoulders lightened considerably, just for the moment.
"We?" he asked softly, staring off ahead of them, afraid to hope. "Who... who all made it?"
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 12, 2019 14:33:59 GMT -5
"It's hard to say just yet. I'm sure more will return in the next few days. Took you longer than I thought, big brother."
A soft, halfhearted laugh seemed to almost lift the oppressive atmosphere as Tinybreath, soaked to the bone and paws covered in mud, bounded up to Chimerastar's open side, pulling him in a tight embrace. She had been luckier than the stars; managing to only get swept with her nieces to the far end of the territory by the twolegplace. The young she-cat grit her teeth as she buried her head in her sibling's chest, uncaring about it's dirty and disheveled state. It had been so overwhelming...
At the time, all she cared about was protecting her family. She had managed to grab onto Shatteredpaw's scruff right as the water hit, with Slippaw right beside them, but... Right before the torrent, she remembered glancing over, just for a moment...and her eyes met Wyverndelirium's. Even now, the fear she saw in his eyes was so clear...she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to forget that sight. That moment was as if time itself slowed down. And then all hell broke loose.
"But I'd say at least a good...half of Waterclan has made it through alright. Rusty and Cerberus are okay, too."
Tinybreath. His head lifted and swung around to rest his half-gaze on his sister, then purred softly as he was crushed between the two she-cats. After so much time spent alone and terrified for their lives he never wanted to let go. Intimacy normally made him uncomfortable, but this was his friend and his family, and he was happy to see them. He was relieved, too, to hear their other siblings were alright; he worried about Rustyheart, even if she might hate it, and he had only just gotten his littermate back. His family had made it, at least, some of them, but what about the rest? Only half survived. Maybe they'd find more as they searched, but as time passed, so would the likelihood dwindle.
"I... took a break along the way," he mumbled evasively, embarrassment prickling along his spine. But, thankfully, there was no time to get into that now. "And--- and Pygmyprawn? Wy? Squirrelpool? Are they---?" He was afraid to ask. He didn't want to know. "Where is everyone?" he hastily asked. "Is everyone back at camp with Calamityshrine?"
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Post by simplylight on Sept 12, 2019 16:24:33 GMT -5
Tuskblood nodded along with what Tinybreath said. "They're all fine, but you should probably know something. Calamityshrine and a few of the others got washed in a different direction. I'm not sure where they ended up or if they survived." She started with a heavy sigh. "Also, we, uh, how do I explain this..."
"What?" Everything in her threatened to spill over the moment she saw him, yet she was frozen in place for several moments. "Ch-chim?" The small she-cat finally willed her paws to move forward and her large eyes blinked a few times in surprise, like she couldn't believe what she saw. Pygmyprawn felt her ears grow hot as Tuskblood's gaze shifted from Tinybreath to her. Did they notice? Usually she did a good job of hiding the feelings underneath. A mix of emotions coursed through her for a moment like hot lightning, burning each nerve. She stalked forward until she was almost nose-to-nose with them and halted, looking him straight in the eyes. "Where have you been?! Don't you know we were worried?! Everyone has gone to Summerclan now! Waterclan doesn't exist anymore! Cavernkit, Seakit, Treasurekit, Urchinkit, they're all gone!" Every word tumbled out of her mouth like the waterfall that once marked their camp, angry and more harsh than she intended. Realizing she had no room to snap at him, she glared down at the ground to hide the hot tears that threatened to spill from the bottom of her eyes and the embarrassment and shame that burned at her ears and cheeks. "I-I thought I had lost you, you daft furball."
Edited Sept 12, 2019 16:26:37 GMT -5 By simplylight
Tuskblood's mysterious cliffhanger should have concerned him, but he barely noticed it; how could he focus on doom when his friend was here and okay? Chim started to grin as she approached, unable to move from his sandwich between the others, but her anger stopped him. His brow furrowed as his smile fell away and at first he merely looked bewildered. Wasn't she happy to see him? Or did she blame him for taking her out of the safety of their prison and into the flood? Then, as she spoke, he understood; it was just her kits. She didn't hate him, she was just worried, or grieving, or maybe a bit of both. He softened. He had tried to come back as quickly as possible while dying as little as possible, and maybe it had taken him a while, but he was here, alive, ready to return to his clan ---
--- and then it hit.
"What do you mean," he meowed, slowly, every syllable spoken with perfect calm, like he was simply learning new words he had not known before, "WaterClan doesn't exist anymore? We're all here, aren't we? You said the clan --- some of the clan --- was alive. Why would they be in SummerClan?" He looked to Tinybreath, like perhaps it had been her ridiculous notion to send his cats somewhere else, then to Tuskblood, wondering if she had chosen SummerClan for her history there.
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Post by simplylight on Sept 12, 2019 20:14:42 GMT -5
"Well, way to say it bluntly." Tuskblood snorted to Pygmyprawn before turning her attention back to Chim. "I'm not exactly the most gentle of sorts when it comes to relaying information either, so, uh, sorry about it." She began, clearing her throat a little. "After our home was destroyed like a mouse in leafbare, the clan decided it wasn't safe to return so we all popped over to Summerclan. They graciously took us in. Tinybreath, care to elaborate any more?" Her olive gaze shifted to the other she-cat awkwardly, deciding she would probably be a better choice than Pygmyprawn to lay out the whole story.
Pygmyprawn shut her eyes for a moment as Tuskblood spoke, fighting a shutter as she re-imagined over and over again that horrible scene. They were very lucky, extremely lucky, to still be alive. After several long moments, she lifted her head again and watched Chim's expression with an apologetic green gaze. She knew that there would be plenty of time to take back all her angry words later. What mattered more was that he was alive and utterly out of the loop. Silently, she wondered who was going to give him the most difficult news... Could she even begin to try?
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 12, 2019 20:48:16 GMT -5
"Squirrelpool's alright too, Chim. But Wy-"
Tinybreath's stalled, her answer thankfully interrupted by Pygmyprawn's entrance. Pulling away from her brother as the other she-cat spoke, she guiltily avoided her gaze as the truth about Waterclan's living situation was revealed. Of course, she couldn't avoid it for long. Now with two and a half pairs of eyes of her, the black she-cat sighed tiredly and turned her eyes to look down at the territory. "We didn't have a choice. Once a good portion of us had regrouped, we decided together to investigate the damage to our territory. Everything's ruined, Chim. The entire camp is completely destroyed, and most of the rivers are either covered up with debris, muddy to the point of undrinkable, or polluted with dead, rotten fish. It wasn't safe to stay there, so Rustyheart, Tuskblood, and I led them to the only place we knew for certain would take us in." She paused, her claws digging into the soft dirt, unsure of how to continue. "I...I don't know if we'll be able to salvage this, brother. Whatever's left of Brookclan and Earthclan aren't even going to try; I don't even know if their leaders survived..." Her voice trailed off, only to be replaced by shaky breaths as she tried to hold back the tears.
Wasn't safe? What part of it wasn't safe? There would be rebuilding, it would take time, but this was their land; it would be as safe as it always had been. Foxes had encroached on the borders during the cough but they'd fought them off eventually, and as long as they stuck together it wasn't so bad. Chim shook his head at Tuskblood, but he wasn't surprised she didn't understand. She hadn't been one of them long enough to understand the troubles they had seen. He glanced at Tinybreath with his good eye, incredulous, as she agreed with the former deputy. "We're used to water. The floods will calm down, the river will wash away the debris, and the fish will come back. They always do," he reminded her. "The camp is stone, it should be sheltered enough by now to return and start rebuilding nests."
His breath caught at the mention of the other clans, but only a moment before it steadied again. He knew about that already, his.. acquaintance had warned him no cats had survived, and he was lucky to find even some of his family was still here. The damage had been done to their neighbors, but this was different. This was their element, this was their home, they could never leave it.
"We'll take care of it," he told his little sister with a little sigh, seeing her on the verge of crying. It made him a little uncomfortable; what was he supposed to say? The destruction was scary, but she must know they'd recover in time. His gaze suddenly snapped back to her and he stepped back, cold rushing through him as he remembered that she said before.
