Sink or Swim! [RAINCLAN, FLOODING!] Jan 29, 2013 21:39:21 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jan 29, 2013 21:39:21 GMT -5
It stormed late into the night, but it had not been so loud that sleep was just out of their grasp. Everyone had been working so hard lately, trying to get through the last few bitter, freezing days of winter before Newleaf began to make itself known, that many warriors and apprentices alike all collapsed on their nests and were asleep within the hour.
Russetpaw was no exception. Muscles weary from another sparring session with Razorfang, even his dreams were filled with strenuous activities, the tom this time dismantling a beaver's den, which proved to be very hard, monotonous work. The beavers weren't there - they were just...gone. It was strange, but not so strange that he was constantly worrying about it. Utterly absorbed in his task, Russetpaw grunted, a thick branch clutched in his strong ruddy jaws as he pulled with all his strength, growling.
C'mon c'mon c'mon!
With a massive groan, the branch snapped somewhere in the middle, releasing a huge flood of water right over the unsuspecting apprentices' head. Sputtering, Russetpaw awoke with a start, his drowsiness dissipating as he realized the wet feeling in his paws wasn't imaginary.
Having slept near the entrance to let the younger apprentices get the warmer back of the den, Russetpaw was the first to feel the muddy, puddling den floor, and his fur fluffed out in surprise.
His first instinct was to get Razorfang, as he could not see yet how serious this was, but flooded dens were never a good thing. However, as he stepped out into camp and felt the earth slope downwards just slightly, it occurred to the ruddy tom that the nursery would be even wetter than the apprentices' den.
Abandoning any proper plans, Russetpaw shoved his head back into the apprentices' den, hissing as loudly as he dared;
"Wake up! The camp is getting flooded - don't start panicking like mice, I'm checking on the nursery, someone go get Razorfang!" After lingering long enough to spot a few bodies stir, Russetpaw took off into the dark, fleet of foot and pounding heart as he approached the den of reeds and brambles.
"Hello? Is everyone alright in here? The camp's flooding. If anyone is hurt or needs help, tell me!" Russetpaw was no healer, but he was determined to make a potentially chaotic situation go as smoothly as possible, his brilliantly emerald eyes narrowing through the darkness of morning, the first few rays of sunlight beginning to peek at them through what sparse trees RainClan's territory had.