Come Hell Or High Water [NightClan Camp Flood] Jul 28, 2019 1:06:36 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Jul 28, 2019 1:06:36 GMT -5
After the dry start to greenleaf, the rain had since made a rather spectacular return to the valley. NightClan had not had to try to use the river to get their water, fortunately, for the rain had returned just in time to replenish all they had lost. However, at this point, they were getting much more water back than they needed. Hunting in the lower parts of their territory the last several nights were muddy affairs at best.
Today was no different, as the dawn greeted the last of the NightClan cats that strayed outside of camp with dark, heavy clouds in the sky, the air laden with the scent of more rain. It wasn’t until long after the NightClan camp had gone quiet as the majority of Clan curled up in their nests, however, that the storm finally broke. Rain poured down in thick sheets too difficult to see through and the camp guards took cover beneath the boulder that protected the camp entrance. It wasn’t until Oakblaze turned to wake the sunhigh patrol, splashing down the tunnel into camp only to land in a sizable puddle and look back up at the water streaming in, that the first hints that something was wrong registered in any cat’s mind.
The tom padded warily toward the warrior’s den, splashing the entire way, his steps growing quicker and quicker as some panic began to set in, and then the vague feeling turned into real memory of the last time NightClan’s camp had flooded. He’d only been a new apprentice at the time, him and Thornpaw and Ashpaw. Ravenstar had ordered him and his siblings to help Smokefur carry out whatever herbs they could. Silverfox had ended up half dragging him up the tunnel.
He burst into the warrior’s den, yowling in alarm, “The camp is flooding!”
Several heads jerked up all at once, confused and alarmed murmurs rippling through the den, and Rainfur pushed quickly to her paws to take control of the situation, maintaining a startling calm, “Thank you, Oakblaze. Go wake the rest of the camp, please.” The tom spun and hurried back out, yowling his alarm as he went. Rainfur sighed, wishing she’d thought not to send him in such a panicked state, but there was no helping it now. “Everyone up! If the camp is flooding we need to evacuate quickly!” The deputy ordered mentors to find their apprentices, as well as naming several cats to assist the elders, medicine cats, and queens and kits, before she followed the rest of the warriors out of the den.
Darkstar had been woken by Oakblaze’s panicked yowling and came to meet her. Rainfur dipped her head briefly, “I’ve already sent warriors to assist those who may need it.” Darkstar’s gaze flicked about the camp, watching her warriors hurrying Clanmates out of their dens and toward the tunnel, where water was rushing in. Rainfur drew her attention back, “This happened once, right before I was made an apprentice. The entire Clan sheltered at the pineneedle clearing until the camp dried up. I suggest we head there now.”
Darkstar nodded, ears flat against the unpleasant sensation of water rising against her legs, “Lead the way then. I’ll make sure everyone gets out.” Rainfur dipped her head again and hurried up the tunnel to where some cats were already waiting in the downpour for their next instructions. Darkstar gritted her teeth and waded through the rising water to hurry the rest of the Clan out and ensure no one was getting left behind. “Pigeonpaw, hurry up! The Clan is heading for the pineneedle clearing. We need to get to higher ground now.” She gave the alarmed apprentice a shove toward the entrance tunnel, “Find your mentor!”
Clouds heavy with rain sweep in through the night, darkening the rising sun. By midday the storm clouds unleash in a torrential downpour, drenching any soul who dares to step outside within seconds.