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TL,DR: Nearly two weeks ago, six apprentices snuck out at night to investigate the southern border, where the massive stone wall was knocked down by Twolegs, revealing a vast, salty, and dangerous ocean behind it. Unbeknownst to them, Coalkit had secretly followed them to the shore, only to be caught up in the massive waves and drowned, despite the apprentices' best attempts to save him. Part 1: Since that night, the Twolegs have been encroaching further and further into Summerclan's territory, and to makes things worse, nonstop rain has led to massive flooding in the camp and territory, as well as more deaths as a result of both. Some cats believe the deaths and rainstorms are signs of Starclan's displeasure, others blame Ratstar and question his leadership, and everyone is miserable. Just as tensions reach a breaking point, Ratstar creates a patrol to fully investigate the Southern Sea, and find a way to stop the rain.
As he stepped out of the hollow and into the clearing, that's when he saw it; the silhouettes of six apprentices huddled together in the darkness, heads bent down in shame, with at least three of them absolutely soaked to the bone and shivering in the breeze, staring at something resting on the grass in front of them.
A dead kit.
"C-Coalkit...?"
He couldn't think.
He couldn't breathe.
"What have you done?"
Ratstar woke with a start. He always did, every single night...since that incident. Groaning, the tabby tom pushed himself to his feet, shuffling tiredly out of the hollow, only to glance upwards and sigh at the perpetual dark grey blanket that had covered the sky for the past week. Every morning he got up and hoped the storms would pass today...only to be met with a misty rain at the best of times, or a torrential downpour that felt like getting pelted by cold ice at the worst. The Summerclan leader sluggishly dragged himself over to the fresh-kill pile, looking cautiously over the soaked prey. They had to be more careful than ever now with the twolegs around...only a couple days after Coalkit's passing, both Sunnykit and Swelteringkit also died after eating poisoned crowfood. Between the horrible weather and the loss of three kits in the span of a half-moon, clan morale was at an all-time low, and for the first time since the odd beginning of his leadership, Ratstar had no idea what to do.
Lemonspeckle prodded the fresh-kill pile with a soaking paw. Since Coalkit’s death, it seemed that they sky was trying to do the same thing to them all that had happened to the innocent kit that night — and drown them. The deputy’s ears were back on his head in thought. Seemingly hearing Ratstar, the cream-colored tom looked up and trotted over.
“I’ve been thinking, we should try and find somewhere to store the food. Underground it would still get wet, but maybe if one of the trees has a hollow in it around camp we could store it in there. Might not be convenient to climb to get our food but at least it’d be dry...” he trailed off when he saw Ratstar’s expression. “Nightmare again?” He asked, feeling Ratstar’s turmoil.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 5, 2020 14:36:51 GMT -5
"Dreams can be a sign from StarClan," Graythorn meowed as he came over to the the deputy and the leader. He felt miserable like everyone else but it wasn't uncommon for him. He's usually miserable most of the time. "Or they can come from our worries and fears. Either way you should try to resolve whatever's causing them. You need to your rest to be an effective leader."
Effective leader my paw! Dustfeather thought as he overheard his nephew speaking to the the clan leadership. The only thing that crow food eater had brought to our clan is misery. He recalled the things that happened since his arrival. The death of some cats, kits even and this deluge too! He shook his fur and wished he hadn't. The cold water seeped down closer to his skin. He kept on walking past the three cats.
Redsky sat forlornly outside the warriors den. He had managed to get sick in the middle of this disaster, of course he was refusing to accept it. The clan needed help and though he was only one warrior he would play his part. Gazing over to Ratstar he felt for the poor tom, first he was made leader of this clan of strangers and then this happened. The soggy red tom sneezed as his daughter sat down next to him.
Foxvalour set a half eaten squirrel down in front of her father. “You do need to eat.” Her tone was full of worry. She knew he was rationing food for himself which currently was unnecessary. Perhaps it tied in with his past as a loner, but Foxvalour would not stand for it. Her own ginger pelt was a few shades darker with the rain weighing down. Still she was young and her youth was keeping her going. Her thoughts strayed to the young of this clan, the loss of three kits in two weeks was a lot to take in.
Ashpaw was just promoted and what should have been an exciting time was overshadowed by this disaster. She had played with all of the kits who had died, they had been denmates together. Now she felt alone again even if she had the other apprentices. She was a skinny little thing all wet and hardly looked like she was old enough. She made her way over to the Leader and Deputy. “What’s happening?” Ashpaw was scared, all she knew was crumbling apart it seemed.
Ratstar had been so lost in thought that he had barely noticed Lemonspeckle, his own Deputy, approach him at all. He was only snapped out of his darkening thoughts by the other tom's sudden question about his dream. "Wha-what? Oh. Yeah...another one. At this point I'm pretty used to 'em." His ears twitched at Graythorn's words as the Medicine Cat approached, giving both toms a tired smile, as reassuring as he could manage. "It's fine. I'm fine. Really. Just...a bit shakin' is all." Before he could elaborate, Ashpaw interrupted them. His heart went out to the frightened kit, who's own apprentice ceremony was ruined by the recent events. When this is over, he silently promised himself, we'll give the poor gal a proper celebration. He hadn't even noticed Dustfeather walking by. "Ashpaw," he greeted with a dip of his head. "Good timin'. You're goin' to help Lemonspeckle scout the treeline around camp. See if they're any dry hollows we can store fresh-kill in until the rain stops."
Mudthistle had been trying to get some rest; curled tightly around her sleeping two-week-old kits to keep them warm and dry away from the freezing rain. As a first-time mother, the sudden loss of the older kits was absolutely horrifying to her; the only thing close to a silver-lining being that her little ones were far too young to understand, or probably even remember what had happened to their denmates. Part of her was glad for it; no cat that young should have to learn about death. The dark-brown queen suddenly blinked as something wet hit the tip of her nose. Brow furrowing in frustration, she glanced up at the ceiling of the tree hollow, where the tiniest of cracks had formed in the tree bark, allowing water through. Holding back a groan, she stood up and stretched, before poking her head out of the Nursery. "Can someone please help me? The Nursery's leaking...again."
“I got it!” As soon as the words left Mudthistle’s mouth, Blackberrypaw was scrambling up from his place just beside the entrance to the apprentice den. He was soaked to his pelt, clearly haven fallen asleep outside. Anyone around would know that it wasn’t an accident. The dark gray tom had hardly slept since the two weeks since the incident. Much like Ratstar, he was plagued with nightmares. Coalkit’s terrified eyes from beneath the water in a flash of lightning, the salty water filling his lungs and burning his nose, eyes, and throat. Despite lack of sleep and his apprentice training, Blackberrypaw hardly strayed from the nursery, working his paws to the bone to make sure they were taken care of. To make up for his careless mistake. The young tom stumbled over his own exhausted paws, but began scooping mud into a small pile. He scooped it into his paw and began to climb the hollow trunk with three paws, slapping the mud of the hole.
Lemonspeckle watched his son with sad eyes. He couldn’t convince the apprentice to rest. Shaken from his thoughts by Ratstar’s words, the deputy smiled fondly down at Ashpaw. He had a soft spot for the apprentice, having been the one who had found her alone in their territory some moons ago. “Yes,” he purred, trying to make his voice energized and positive. “Have you tried to climb trees yet?” He asked her, ears pricked, thinking of the different trees that could possibly have a hollow.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 6, 2020 10:56:47 GMT -5
Graythorn waved his tail. "If you need me I can be found either in the elders den or the nursery," he meowed. His eyes went over to where he could see the elder's den through the pouring rain. "Bonefang's joints have been bothering him ever since this rain started." At that he turned away from the leader and deputy and made his way over to the elder's den.
Crimsonlife came into the camp drenched to his skin. In his mouth was an equally wet sparrow. He trudged over to the nursery where his family was trying to keep dry. In the back of his mind a worry kept resurfacing, could their kits survive all this cold rain and dampness? He nodded his thanks to Blackberrypaw who he saw patching the roof before he ducked inside himself. "Be glad you don't have to be out in this," he meowed after dropping the sparrow in front of his mate. Water ran off his sodden fur in rivulets. "I won't stay long," he continued. "I'm only making this place wetter."
Speckledpaw hadn't slept much since the accident, either. While most of the clan blamed the leader or Starclan for this unforgiving weather, Speckledpaw blamed himself. The spotted apprentice sat in the rain, letting it drench his fur to keep him awake. He, too, had been suffering from Nightmares. However, his nightmares were a bit different. Instead of seeing Coalkit drown every time, he was drowning himself. He began to drift off to sleep on his paws when he jerked back awake at Blackberrypaw's sudden movement and exclamation. He watched as the other apprentice began patching the nursery, feeling bad for Blackberrypaw. He walked over to the nursery, his own tired paws dragging. "Do you want some help?" He asked. Perhaps doing something productive would keep him awake so he wouldn't have to face the nightmares.
