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(In this thread fires and flooding break out across NightClan's territory due to their proximity to SunClan and DayClan, and the apocalypse that's affecting those clans)
Squirrelleap had been leading a hunting patrol when the first bolt of lightning had cracked across the sky. He looked up, he hadn't noticed how dark it had gotten.
He quickly jumped down from the tree he'd been in, ears flattening at the sight of the storm rolling in. "Hey!" He called to his clanmates. "We should head back to camp, it looks like-"
He was cut off by another bright flash of lightning. Squirrelleap having to turn his head away and squeeze his eyes shut from the brilliance of the flash. Then there was a loud crack of thunder, and then the rain started to come down.
Spluttering Squirrelleap shook himself trying to get rid of the worst of the water. "Fox dung!" He turned towards where he'd last seen his clanmates. "Hey! Let's head back to-" He trailed off as he noticed the bright red glow, and the towering black clouds that were visible. They looked like they were near the SunClan and NightClan border. "Oh StarClan. Fire!" He yowled. "Get to camp!" He shouted.
Even though they were getting pelted with rain now, there was no guarantee it would continue raining enough to put out the flames.
Umbrahound was patrolling with his adopted father, the driving rain made him have to squint in order to see. The fierce wind whipped against his muscular frame, roaring in his ears, and flinging rain into his eyes. He was about to follow his father when the glow of the flames reached his squinted vision and terror pulsed through him. Fire was probably the most destructive element and a single flame could explode into an enormous forest fire. He gulped at the site of the faint lapping of flames above the treetops, almost frozen with fear. He heard his father's commands but was hesitant to move. Reluctantly he turned and followed Squirrelleap, racing toward the camp on thundering paws.
Wildhunt had been lucky enough to find a thrush, and he gripped it carefully in his teeth as the hunting patrol proceeded. He was looking for a good place to leave it, and finally he bounded over to the bottom of a thick hawthorn and started to scrape away at the dirt beneath. He barely glanced up at Squirrelleap's call, too busy with his task, until the first fat drops of water fell upon his muzzle and the brilliant lash of light blinded him. The white tom stopped, shaking his head furiously, until the next call caught his attention. Fire?
He jerked upright and spotted a glimpse of his fleeing former mentor. The white tom didn't hesitate and immediately shot after Umbrahound and Squirrelleap, hard on their paws as they raced toward camp. His prey lay behind, forgotten. "What if someone over there?" he called ahead, ears straining to listen for an answer under the thunder. "They might need a rescue!"
Squirrelleap hesitated, stopping in his tracks. He grimaced. Wildhunt was right, if there were cats in danger, they had a responsibility to go back for them, and to help. Heaving a sigh he gave a curt nod. "All right. We will double back, but once that fire starts getting too close to our territory we need to retreat." He said firmly. "We can't lose good cats to fire," There was a note of pride as he looked at Umbrahound and Wildhunt. His apprentice and son had grown well. He was proud even though as he cast his eyes towards the flames, his throat tightened. He hoped he wasn't about to lose them.
"Let's go," He said heading back in the direction of the flames despite his misgivings.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Nov 30, 2019 23:02:08 GMT -5
The smell of smoke filled Turbulentsea's nose, burning the inside of his throat as began grabbing the herb bundles he had prepared earlier when Soaringstar had sent out a patrol. He had already created several bundles with the herbs he would need to treat injuries due to fire, although he had assumed that he would be treating the other clans and not his own. His eyes felt like they were burning as he reemerged into the thick smoke with the bundles clasped in his jaws
Umbrahound looked at his father, standing tall and knowing they were about to come face to face with danger together. A chill ran down his spine but a hint of pride flowed through him, his dark amber eyes revealing his emotions. A memory of the night his mother died flash before his eyes for a split moment. He remembered Squirrelleap and Echomelody found him and his siblings alone and vulnerable. And because of Squirrelleap being the father he was, Umbrahound grew into a fine warrior. He flicked his illuminated amber eyes toward Wildhunt and gave him a curt nod before locking his intense gaze on the rising flames. He sped off alongside Squirrelleap, matching his father's steps paw for paw. As they neared the flames, he noticed a shape going into the cloud of smoke. He could just make out the spotted Tom before he entered the smoke. "Turbulentsea!" He called, racing forward. What was he doing?
Wildhunt nodded as he turned and raced after them. He was confident they'd be able to find anyone who needed help, and he didn't care what Squirrelleap said, he was going to save them even if it cost him his life. He would willingly give his live a hundred times over to save his clan. It was strange sometimes to think he was so willing to give up everything for a clan he had not wanted to be tied down to, and sometimes he still felt the call of adventure in his chest, but he loved his friends here. He would miss them.
The white tom shook his head and plunged on. He scanned the edge of the smoke and flames, squinting against the brilliance, and his heart plummeted to hear Umbrahound call the medicine cat's name. They couldn't lose him! Glancing at the patrol leader, he shot after the youngest cat. "Turbulentsea, this way!"
