[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

"Lightingclan! To me now!"

It was not the time for all the proper use of words like how the lanky leader normally called her cats to her. In fact, she wasn't even sitting upon the Hill Top as the bodies of Nightrunner, Kindleflare and Dandelionpaw stood next to her. Each looked about as antsy as their aging leader felt, yet the amber eyed molly had yet to pass a different expression aside unreadable and tactic.

Owlstar had been on edge, the signs had all been there with the lack of prey and the quieting of the valley. It was if something had been coming, as if all the cats had been holding their breath and waiting for the dam to break. 

The dawn had just been peaking up over the horizon beyond the stretch of the mountainous walls that held the clans of cats within it's borders by the time Kindleflare had frantically come to find her. The gentle hearted healer's coat had been rustled and her eyes alit with a fear that was not natural as her voice struggled to explain the situation handed down through a dream from Starclan. 

It had taken the strategic she-cat no time at all to call forth her cats, watching as they gathered around with sleep still clinging to their pelts but confusion wide within the sea of colors as they stared up at their higher ranking officials for any word of what was happening. Owlstar's long tail flickered behind her in a solid motion before it pointed off in the distance towards the mountain walls. 

"The valley is in danger, we are in danger and we must move now." Her whitening maw parted to let that sharp and dominate tone of hers overpower the whispers and mews of confusion coming from the younger or the skeptical. "Starclan has given Kindleflare a warning and we will heed it. Lightningclan has maintained a good relationship with the Tribe, it's time to move towards their cave for safety until the danger has passed."

Was she nervous? Yes. Was she worried for the safety of the cats in her care? Always.

Owlstar had not given these thoughts a leisure pace, as Galestorm had been awoke early and already sent off as a messenger to inform Skyteller of the Lightningclan Leader's plan. She did not know what was going to come of the hollowed moors, nor was she completely sure what Starclan's meaning held as she had little time to dwell on that compared to the focus she exertened to make sure her warriors, her apprentices, her cats came out of this safe and unscathed. 

It was her duty as their leader, she had nine lives, plenty to spare for those who only bore one. 

"We leave now! Nightrunner and Kindleflare will lead the group and I will bring up the rear. I need my mentors to stick by their apprentices." She watched the horror, the scent of fear rise up in the silent air from the mass of cats staring up at her. Disbelief, confusion, it was all present but Owlstar did not have time to soothe worries with her ever calm and logical words.

"O-owlstar, you want me to l-lead them?" The wedge shaped face of the elder molly turned to find the wide and uncertain gaze of her deputy. Nightrunner was not known for his overwhelming confidence or his courage but he had a good heart and had always been loyal to his former mentor's every word. He was quirky and awkward but the cats of Lightningclan had come to accept his position as their deputy and it was time for him to find his paws without her shadow to guide him. 

"Nightrunner, you can do this. I believe in you." Owlstar said in a steady tone, her gaze not once wavering as she stared at the long coated black tomcat who had once been her young, fresh apprentice many many moons ago. There was a pause before he sucked in a breath and gave a nod before glancing over to the cats who were waiting for his decision, his feathered tail brushing against the ground. 

"Lightningclan, follow me." He raised his long nose and let his voice grow with a mild amount of confidence as he held his leader's approval within his chest like a brilliant ray of hope. Turning he bounded towards the entrance of Lightningclan's camp with the two healers quick to follow his steps.

Swinging her head to the side, wide amber hues captured the forms of Batear and Nightpelt, two of her trusted council. "I need you two to help with stragglers and keeping everyone on task. We need to reach the Tribe before Starclan's warning comes to fruition. Galestorm has already made her way there with our pleas."

Bounding past some of her paw-picked felines, Owlstar passed Greenrift and Goldenblaze, two of her three daughters who remained within the clan that lived along the moors. "Greenrift, go with Nightrunner. Goldenblaze, with me."

Goosechase... stay safe my little bird...

OWLSTAR

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OOC:

Okay everyone, here is the thing, Lightningclan is evacuation early. Anyone is more than welcome to reply here for a mass thread otherwise please feel free to make separate threads for all the drama needed. We have the list of Lightningclanners who will not be making it, so please use them as NPCs in your thread if you want. The earthquake will be hitting WHILE Lightningclan is in the mountains, unfamiliar territory on their way to the Tribe's home.

Galestorm has run off ahead to tell Skyteller and the Tribe that Lightningclan will be coming for shelter and safety. She is an NPC but not on the kill list, so don't worry about her.

Nightrunner, Kindleflare and Dandelionpaw are in the front leading, Owlstar will be in the rear making sure there are no stragglers.

[Ginger]

Bright eyes shot open as the sound of an all-too-familiar call resounded throughout the warrior's den. The golden warrior's mother had a certain tightness in her call, something Goldenblaze only noticed in Owlstar if there was something dire. This was important.

She stood up, her massive form expanding from her single nest to the one next to her, awakening Thistletongue, the small and quick-witted she-cat who had taken to sleeping next to her. The sound of Thistletongue's complaint woke a few of the other still-sleeping warriors. It was time to see what all the commotion was about.

Goldenblaze was one of the first figures to exit the warriors den, ducking through the entrance and locking eyes with her disheveled mother. This was more than dire. This was about to be something completely life-changing. 

"The valley is in danger, we are in danger." 

The words rung through the camp, a few wails from kits and apprentices breaking the shocked silence that followed.There was no time to worry. Now there was only time to protect the clan as they moved to sanctuary. Nightrunner began the journey, and the rest of the clan poured out of the exit behind him like ants. 

Goldenblaze waited. She would not leave until everyone was gone. Her somber air was broken as Owlstar approached her. 

"Goldenblaze, with me." The large she-cat nodded, bounding off after her mother. "Always."

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[attr="class","noble"][attr="class","noble-content"]Noblepaw felt her heart quicken at the words that left Owlstar's mouth. StarClan had delivered a warning to LightningClan through Kindleflare, and it sounded dire. What could be so terrible that Owlstar thought it was necessary for them to not only flee their camp but their entire territory? Were they about to be attacked by StoneClan? TreeClan? So many new leaders with unknown motives, it was hard to know. The ginger and white she-cat wondered if maybe StarClan were over-reacting. Certainly, no matter what this was, they'd be safest in a familiar place like their hollowed-out home?

Heeding Owlstar's orders, she loped over to her mentor, hoping to see that he was less frightened than she felt. "Cloudthroat!" She joined his side, fur bristling. "Do you know what's happening?" She knew in her heart that he was as clueless as she was, but she wanted him to say something falsely reassuring. Like "it'll be fine", and "just stay with me". As she watched Galestorm dash from camp to deliver the message that LightningClan was on their way, she felt an ice-coldness seep through her blood. This was no mistake. Something terrible was about to happen. She could feel it crackling in the air, like lightning about to strike.

There's a new direction that I'd like to choose

Noblepaw

Apprentice of LightningClan

WORDS: 208
TAGGED: Ghost the Undead Goddess Fawn
NOTES: Total muselessness has washed over my soul and I can only write these tiny, poorly written posts now.

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Cloudthroat

senior warrior of lightningclan

"Stay close, Noblepaw." Cloudthroat's eyes were flicking at a quicker pace than was normal for the usually stoic, iron-clad tom. That wasn't to say he was rattled. Not yet. The world had been building up to something, and every muscle in his stomach had tensed, his limbs twitching, his breath stilling, in anticipation of whatever dreaded thing was to come. Now that it was more than just a feeling, now that it was a certainty, Cloudthroat grimly reveled in the chance to do something.

Idle paws made him irritated, testing the limits of the patience he worked so hard to maintain. The wide eyes of the she-cat next to him gave away just how young she really was. Cloudthroat did not lay his tail across her back, or give her any sort of reassuring pat. She didn't need it. "Do not focus on what is happening. Focus on how you can be most useful to your Clan. Owlstar has given us orders. We are not rabbits running to safety, we are warriors who understand how to hurry without losing our heads."

Cloudthroat glanced behind them, rapidly assessing the situation. His masked face gave away no indication of fear or worry. There was no time for that. "Owlstar is bringing up the rear to collect stragglers. You and I will make her task easier." But a stone's throw away, Falconblaze, a normally strong, capable warrior, was limping hard, his teeth gritted. The sprain he had sustained chasing a rabbit down its warren was slowing him down. Cloudthroat flicked his tail to indicate their injured companion, and he swiftly moved to flank the other warrior.

Wordlessly, he provided a shoulder to lean on, and gave his apprentice a command. "Keep an eye on our path ahead."

choose your bloody muses

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[attr="class","noble"][attr="class","noble-content"]Cloudthroat's answer made her swallow back her fear like a cold rock of ice sitting in her stomach. She dipped her head to him, green eyes accepting of his stern rebuke. Stern, but not cruel. His words grounded her in the present and reminded her that she wasn't some nursery toddler anymore. Her ginger and white fur still bristled, but now she focused on steadying her breathing and sticking close to her mentor's side. We are not rabbits. We are warriors. She repeated those words like a mantra in her mind, watching her step lest she become a wounded straggler herself, and focusing her energy on pinpointing any cats falling behind.

As Cloudthroat indicated Falconblaze, who was severely encumbered by an injured foot, she followed him efficiently, relieved by how much it helped that she had a task to complete. Her body still trembled with fear at the unknown, but now she was doing something with that fear. Using it in service of the cats around her. She was not strong enough to help support the large Falconblaze, so she served as Cloudthroat's eyes instead. "The path gets stepper ahead." She warned, her voice unsteady but clear.

There's a new direction that I'd like to choose

Noblepaw

Apprentice of LightningClan

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NOTES: Teaching moment! I love it. c;

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Maplefoot | Leaving | @/no one in particular, but feel free to respond if you like! | words: 269

It was with a fast heartbeat that Maplefoot listened to the word of her leader and old mentor. It was just hard for her to truly conceptualize what she was facing and hearing. There was so many things that were going on and she really only felt like she knew one thing.
That her whole life was about to change.
She tried to shake the feeling out of her fur, but it clung to it without being able to truly let her mind or attention go. But she still watched as Owlstar retreated, off to be a leader.
A good leader.
Maplefoot knew that. She knew that this was StarClan's will. But she also wondered if there was maybe another way. Leave her home? Leave it after she had already spent so much of her life here? She couldn't believe that they were really abandoning their home. She didn't even think that her words about StarClan and trust in her leader was really helping matters. She felt as if this whole situation, this whole big wide world was about to shrink - when StarClan and her leader were telling them to leave their home behind. How could her world not be shrinking?
She trudged ahead, trying to make sure that she didn't have to be ushered ahead, like she was injured. But she walked in a fog, unsure if she could even interact with any of the cats around her. It was all so wide and hard to wrap her head around. The voices around her were a buzz of nothing in particular. It was just ... this emptiness.