Dragon's Tongue [TREECLAN FOREST FIRE!] May 19, 2013 23:09:38 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on May 19, 2013 23:09:38 GMT -5
The fire sprung up at sunhigh, the afternoon heat having scorched the already dried out grasses until one by one, the blades began to smoke and curl, the first few licks of fire fanned and nurtured by the hot westward breeze blowing across TreeClan's distinctive territory. It wasn't long before the dried out forest was properly caught in it's infernal path of destruction.
It shouldn't have been something she recognized, considering her youth and inexperience. Had it not been for the influx of memories she had been steadily receiving since the age of 2 moons, TreeClan would've perhaps been in greater trouble than they already were.
"Fire! Lionstar wake up! There's a fire headed for camp!"
The golden tom was roused to the sound of frantic calls and sharp nudges from his younger sister, amber eyes opening wide and adjusting to light, nearly sunhigh - a time when most Clanmates who weren't patrolling often chose to nap. Almost not processing what was said, it struck like a hammer blow, and Lionstar was properly awake in an instant.
"Go find Stormchaser and Daringheart, tell them to begin evacuating the elders' den, kits and queens." He mewed, the apprentice taking off in a streak of silver fur, Lionstar springing upon the Ancient Stump, releasing a yowl meant to carry over the heads and voices of the discombobulated Clan.
"TreeClan, listen carefully! Kits, Queens and Elders are to leave camp first! Head for the shallow marsh, and from there, go to StarClan's Claws. Everyone stay together!"
Lionstar fully intended to check the fire's progress as well as to pick up any straggling Clanmates to ensure that they all made it safely across the Sparkling Brook - it was more of a stream now, a trickle over a dusty rut in the earth - adrenaline already coursing through his body at the herculean task ahead of him.
For all his inexperience, Lionstar felt a strange, detached sort of calm, even if his blood was rushing in his veins and his pupils were dilated. It was not as if he had ever encountered something like this before as TreeClan's leader or deputy, but there was something reassuring about his role, that he could put faith in himself to ensure that his Clan survived this.
He had nine lives to give in the service of his Clan, and as terrifying as death-by-fire seemed, if that was what was required of him - then Lionstar could hardly back out, now could he?~*~
Onyxpaw could hear the voices of Stormchaser and Daringheart above the panicky din of her fellow Clanmates, the two trying to make sense of all the dissonance. Even if the apprentices had received orders to help the queens and elders cross the sparkling brook, Onyxpaw had made only a half-hearted attempt at aiding a small motherless kit across the unpleasant dip in Clan territory, the muddy, shallow water that had once been a beautiful brook now clung to all four paws. Once safely on the other side and in the jaws of another warrior, that was seemingly the limit of her caring and compassion, self preservation taking over.
The shadowy-marked feline paused to look up at the skyline, seeing a hazy, smokey blackness heading straight for their camp and the one place she'd called home. Onyxpaw couldn't help it, and shivered involuntarily, fur standing on end.