Let The Current Lead You To StarClan[Russet, Rose] Feb 18, 2013 0:12:52 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Feb 18, 2013 0:12:52 GMT -5
R A Z O R F A N G
“Have you seen my parents?” The familiar tone of the deputy's apprentice caused Razorfang's ears to prickle, head swinging over muscled shoulder blades in search of the two faces he could potentially single out as Russetpaw's parents. "I haven't seen Brookrun or Snoweye either - they aren't with my parents," Roselight's voice only offered the slightest soothe to the deputy's current, frantic mindset upon gray-green irises landing within the depths of her own cerulean for a short moment. However, this minor calmness was quick to be shattered and replaced by worry. If Brookrun and Snoweye had happened to fall behind, he had to at least try and find them. Russetpaw would be devestated, had he simply brushed off their disappearance and continued with leading the rest of RainClan to safety.
With an inward sigh, the deputy protruded his neck to spare a glance over both Russetpaw and Roselight's heads. Momentarily, his search seemed futile. However, as if by a random spark of pure luck, he spotted the familiar fur of Brookrun and Snoweye – what where they?... Razorfang's eyes widened upon realization that the two elders were attempting to cross the rising water; continuing to slip each moment they attempted to place their paws upon a new rock.
With a disapproving huff, Razorfang pushed through the two RainClan felines before him to approach Brookrun and Snoweye. He didn't take it upon himself to inform neither Russetpaw nor Roselight that he had located them. He simply assumed that – upon the duo recognizing his newly inhabited urgency – they would allow their gazes to wander in his direction and see the unfolding scenario for themselves.
Razorfang skidded at the river's edge, water piling atop of his large, blacks paws and soaking them down to the bone. He shivered against the sudden blast of cold, though refrained from allowing his frame to give in to the arising temptation of stepping back and saving his own pelt. The hazelnut-masked deputy considered winding his way toward the two elders to assist them in crossing, though he was equally as quick to consider the water level and how horribly dangerous and life-threatening it would be for him to do so. “It's impossible for me to get out there safely! You need to cross, fast!” His voice boomed over the spitting water, blinking urgent eyes toward Brookrun and Snoweye.
How he hoped the two elders, by some miracle, could reach safety on their own. As the water continued to rise, however, it became more apparent that they were incapable of advancing forward on their own. The thought that slipped through Razorfang's mind wasn't anything close to pleasant, but unfortunately, it seemed to be accurate. The lives of Brookrun and Snoweye were in grave danger.