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'Effect Dice' : 5

Cloverpool's heart melted at this. "Of course my love. I forgive you Sunpelt. You are not a terrible father!" She meowed in shock.

Sunpelt snorted in disbelief. "Thank you so much, Cloverpool. I love you. But one forgetting one's kits? Now that behavior could be placed under something like "The Not-So-Great Dads in ThunderClan". Let's see was Maplepaw and Hazelpaw think, though..." he added bitterly, though he knew Hazelpaw was dead and Maplepaw was in SkyClan. "They never even got to know me."

ooc; could you pm me a topic for Sunpelt and Clovepool to talk? Sunpelt needs it, because he feels like he betrayed everyone, and this serene topic isn't a good place for them to talk about it.

OOC: yea sure

ooc; kk, but I won't be able to post until tomorrow. Early bedtime for me - I have to get up at 3:30 in the morning.. ugh

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Sunpelt nudged Cloverpool gently, blinking away his shame. "Let's go get a plump piece of prey to share, eh?"

Anyone who rolled an odd number are trapped, you'll need someone to help dig you out. Anyone who rolled an even number, congrats, you're trapped too but you can dig your way out alone. Those who has yet to roll are automatically trapped.

The rocks were suffocating her. Mothpaw could barely move an inch with the weight on her ribs. She wanted to yowl in pain, or cry out for help, but all she could do was lie there limply. Barely, wasting whatever breath she had left, she mewled for her mother and brother. She mewled for Fawnwillow and Marshpaw.

She couldn't see anything in the darkness but she called out for her family. A wetness spread around her ribs, but she still mewled. It was just a scratch, she told herself. It's just a scratch. Mothpaw repeated that statement over and over in her head, praying to StarClan that someone would find her.

"Fawnwillow! Marshpaw! Mother! Mo- mother!"

She was terrified. And the hot wetness kept spreading.

With a wicked scream, piles of rubbish toppled over her. The dust clogged the oxygen, making it even more difficult to breathe. "Help me! Help me! Help meeeeeee....." She tried to yowl, but instead it came out as a tiny whimper. With her voice trailing off, she continued to cough and choke. She tried to dig with her tiny claws, but instead failed and slipped further into the garbage. 


With her claws unsheathed, she was able to dig her small but sharp blades into the dirt. Applekit was probably the most petrified she'd ever been, and with the lack of air alone was a huge problem. 

Sunpelt only had time to gasp as the dirt collapsed on top of him. He was thrust underneath the dirt, where he could feel rocks scraping against his belly, drawing blood. He yowled in outrage and anger, holding back his claustrophobia and fright. He needed to stay strong.

His yellow and white fur was soon clogged with dirt, weighing him down each time he tried to scrabble to the surface of the ground. Sunpelt had heard of drowning in water before - a lot of times - but never drowning in dirt!

He kicked and slashed, but that just caused more dirt to matt his fur, and he got pressed deeper and deeper underground. He yowled with frustration, but forced himself to stay still, knowing if he moved the dirt would thrust him down further and further. He yowled for all his life, as loud as he could, as strong as he could muster, as long as his lungs would hold. "Someone help!" he roared at the top of his lungs, his teeth instinctively baring to fight the enemy - who was nothing more than dirt.

His claws were out, but he forced them not to move. His tail was lashing, he was growling deep in his throat, his adrenaline was flowing, he felt like he could do anything - except get out of that dirt. Red mist clouded his gaze. He felt so angry, so outraged, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a huge roar and kicked with all his might, clawing at the dirt that surrounded him, but his energy would not tire. And he sank lower and lower into the ground.

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Petalpaw screamed with fright, and was thrust underground. She could hear Applekit's cries, Sunpelt outraged roars, Mothpaw's mewls. She was suddenly shivering violently, half from the cold moisture in the dirt and half from fright. "Someone help!" she screamed. "Help me! I'm sinking! I'm dying! Someone help!" her panic took over, and she whimpered for as long as eternity. Tears caught in the fur beneath her eyes, and blurred her eyes so the whole world was just a brown smudge. "NO!! NO!! Someone help! I'M GOING TO DIE!" she cried, terrified and panicking.

Cloverpool yowled with surprise. She was burried but not deep, thankfully. She managed to claw her way to the surface and pull herself out. "Hold on Sunpelt, Petalpaw, Applekit, and Mothpaw I'm coming!!" She meowed and started to dig he mate out first since he was the closest.

Minnowtail was the same but instead she tried to dig Mothpaw out, along with the sharp tangy smell of blood coming from her. "Your gonna be ok just hold on!!"

Cloverpool wrote:

Cloverpool yowled with surprise. She was burried but not deep, thankfully. She managed to claw her way to the surface and pull herself out. "Hold on Sunpelt, Petalpaw, Applekit, and Mothpaw I'm coming!!" She meowed and started to dig he mate out first since he was the closest.

Minnowtail was the same but instead she tried to dig Mothpaw out, along with the sharp tangy smell of blood coming from her. "Your gonna be ok just hold on!!"

As you haven't rolled the dice beforehand, Cloverpool and Minnowtail are both trapped along with everyone else. Only those who have rolled before hand and gotten an even number are free to save others.

Specklefur managed to dig herself out and onto the rocks, the terrified shrieks shocking her as panic welled up. She needed to calm down, bringing out her old angry self and managing she screeched. "EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP! ASSESS YOUR WOUNDS, GET THE APPRENTICES AND KITS! THEY ARE WHAT IS IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW AND THE MEDICINE CATS! ALL OF YOU JUST KEEP STILL! YOU DO NOT WANT THOSE ROCKS TO FALL ON YOU EVEN MORE, BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU TREAD!" She screeched, her limbs weren't going to be much use but she'd be damned if she just let them all die.

Silently cursing Starclan for what they must have done here. Skimming around she tried to decide, she tried to be wise about her decision because if she made the right decision everyone would be okay, maybe. Treading light on her paws but quickly, blood oozing from her own pelt as she made her way over to Mothpaw. She snarled, turning to the mass of boulders that covered the apprentice she dug her paws into the rock and heaved. No good.


What can she do? If she couldn't get to the apprentice, if she can't lift a boulder what can she do? Suddenly, struck with an idea Specklefur bolted, snarling and spitting with rage she lightly sped over to the camp barrier and ripped out a rather sizeable stick. Trodding back and being careful to stay off the rocks that were over her other clanmates she shoved the stick under the boulder and pushed. It was budging and with a final heave she got it up and with a leg managed to tip it into the other boulders.

Leaning down she snatched Mothpaw from the scruff, grunting as she pulled the apprentice out, the amount of blood alarming. Screeching for Nightfire she shot off again.


Beanpaw, having the same luck as his mother managed to wiggle free, panic coursing through his veins as he looked around him with wide eyes. That was until he heard his mothers voice and it had managed to suppress the feeling. But he wasn't going to follow, he needed his sister! "Darkpaw Darkpaw are you alright? I'm coming!" Thankfully there was more loose gravel here than else where, so, Beanpaw dug furiously at the ground with vigor. Pulling on the boulder towards him he managed to get the boulder to tip and fall from its once steady position. Nearly getting squished he started screeching in his sisters ear.

Sunpelt lay still as Specklefur gave orders, knowing she must be telling everyone to shut their mouths, even though he couldn't actually here her.

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Petalpaw did the same, but her whimpers continued.

Suddenly it went dark. Foxfang instinctivly looked up, an irritated snarl only beginning to form on his face before the wave of earth hit him. It forced the breath out of his lungs and stung his still-open eyes. In the tiny cave by his nose, the scent of overturned earth and stone flooded the patch of air. He couldn't move, but not out of terror. His limbs were forced into painful positions by the pressure of the dirt. Any outside noise was muffled, he could barely make out Specklefur's screeching yowl, all that reached his ears was his own frantic heartbeat. He sounded like a piece of prey caught in a giant predator's claws. Frustrated, the tom yelled out something wordless, only to let whoever wasn't trapped know that he was.

The air had been crisp, chilly. Then the sky and the ground switched places for a single moment. Darkpaw, once the falling stopped, could barely feel anything. A deep throbbing pain shook her, earning a drawn-out groan from the apprentice. She shifted slightly and screeched, a sharp stab came from her hind leg. Panic filled her heart and she franticly scratched up, the only direction she knew was right. However, she was too deep. A puddle of something sticky was forming beneath her.

Marshpaw was happily eating when there was a rumble. Unable to do anything before it poured down, he simply screamed. He was trapped under the rubble, dirt and rocks. "HELP ME!" He screamed, trying to get out. He couldn't breath. He tried to get out. He heard muffled cries of Mothpaw near him. His hearing was still good through the dirt, as he made some room for himself to squirm a bit, but it all fell back into place when he squirmed again. "Help!" He squeaked as dirt got into his mouth. The twelve moon old apprentice was having trouble breathing, so he continued to scream and thrash and scramble. He would do this until he got out or someone helped him. "HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!"