Sliding into Home [Open for TC - Staff Generated Event]

Whipping her head around Specklefur snapped at Marshpaw. "Marshpaw! Grieve later, get those still alive out! Or there will be more cats to grieve over!" She snapped, lurching over to help Bluepaw. "Right now, these cats have to get out! Mothpaw is gone, dead, she has no life to save! Now MOVE IT." She screeched, bringing up her torn and bloody pads to the boulder to move it. This one was relatively easy to move, so pushing against it she slid her paws down until her shoulder rested against it, standing over top Bluepaw with a heavy heave and shaking legs. "Bluepaw! Move your furry little kitty butt and help another cat!" She snapped, tail swishing in an attempt to beckon her out.

Bluepaw lurched forward as the boiler moved. Everything was numb.
"I... O-" She mewed then passed out.

Cloverpool struggled under a heavy layer of dirt and gravel. She coughed and tried to get out but with out success.

Minnowtail screamed when as he was burried under rocks and other debtisi. Stay calm and it'll be okay.. you'll see everyone again..

Duskfall laid still as a statue underneath a tree branch which pinned him down like a tiger mauling a deer. His brown fur matted with blood, his ribcage fluttered up and down shallowly, but steadily. The deputy was unconscious, knocked out by a particularly hard blow to the head. His position wasn't that of great danger for now, but without being able to shout for help, it was precarious. His left paw stuck out of the debris, it being the only sign that he laid there.

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Viperfang was bristling underneath the cage of rocks that seemed to hold him in place against his will. The spotted tom's claws scraping ineffectively against the hard surface in an attempt to escape, or to at least dislodge something. He could hear around him the broken pained wails of his fellow clanmates, and as a cat who was mostly unharmed, he had no intention of joining their cacophony. Instead he wriggled about viciously, stirring the rocks around him but never enough to truly be free.

The tom was sure the rocks were falling on him. He braced himself as more dirt sprinkled down and rocks shifted. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and tensed his muscles. But when a voice came to him, Frozenflame was surprised. He opened his eyes to reveal a blinding light that caused him to yowl and cover his eyes with a paw. The warrior had grown so used to the darkness that it hurt in the sunlight. He slowly re-opened his amber orbs and looked at his rescuer. Echostrike. "Thanks," he greeted in a raspy voice that became scratchy from all the dust he had inhaled. "I don't need to see the medicine cat, I'm going to get others out," he growled as he stumbled to stand up.

The world spun around him, he was dizzy from blood loss. The warrior looked back at his pelt which was mangled and bloody. You're okay, Frozenflame. You're just dizzy from all that dust. Those are just a couple small scratches. The tom staggered forward, stumbling on the rocks and branches covering the ground as he looked to help someone. He tripped over something sticking out of the debris...a rock...no...a paw! After falling on his face from tripping, Frozenflzme pushed himself up and whipped around. He inspected the ground and finally found it. Duskfall! It belongs to Duskfall! Frozenflame dug like a dog, kicking away rocks and dirt and sticks. "Someone help me," Frozenflame yelled. "It's Duskfall, he's buried under here!" His muscles started to cramp, but he ignored the pain. He needed to save the deputy.

Bluepaw staggered to her paws and blinked dizzily.
"I'm coming!" She yelled and raced across the clearing. Dusk fall. She studied the branch.
"Don't move Duskfall..." she whispered and she pressed her forepaws against the branch. Then, with all her effort and strength... she pushed. She pushed as hard as possible. The branch shifted over, hopefully loosening from Duskfall. She got under it now and used her shoulders and spine to push. She let out small mews of pain but finally the tree lifted just slightly. Maybe enough for a cat to crawl out.
"Duskfall," she heaved in a breathe," can you crawl out?" she exhaled heavily and inhaled again. She gasped for air. Her spine was strained. Come on!

Still completely unconscious, the deputy remained where he laid. His head oozing blood, making his wounds look worse than they actually were. He was unlikely to wake up to anything short of a badger picking him up and tossing him against a tree, which wasn't advisable since he was suffering from quite the head trauma.

Bluepaw hissed with pain. She saw slowly eased down the tree figuring the deputy wasn't going to be able to crawl out. She would have to get him herself. She dragged a stick over and began to push the branch back up. She reached for the stick and began to slide it under the branch. Finally she got it propped up and estimated she had about 20 seconds before the stick split under the branch's weight. Bluepaw quickly wiggled into the debris and found Duskfall. She exhaled and grabbed his scruff. She pushed against the ground, pressing up as she pulled him out. She took most of the hits from the loose sticks. She hissed in anger as she heard her prop crack. She was almost there! Just a little further. Bluepaw narrowed her eyes and used all her remaining strength. The blue-gray she-cat shot backwards with Duskfall in her jaws. Another crack from the stick.
"Don't get caught..." she muttered through her fall. Almost there. A few more mouse-lengths. She dragged Duskfall out right before the stick snapped and fell in on itself. The branch collapsed with a horrible thud.
"Oh I hope no one else was under that..." she whispered and let go of the deputy. Her fur was sticky with sweat and she felt exhausted. She had some blood on her fur from Duskfall. Bluepaw felt woozy and she laid down for a second. All her adrenaline was gone and she felt so tired...

OOC: Oh man. I hope that wasn't Godmodding or powerplaying XD

Removing herself from the boulder with a leap and a nearly crushed tail, the boulder rolled and stopped with a crash and Specklefur nearly collapsed where she stood. Bringing her nose to the ground she sniffed at the ground slowly, plucking the scent of Minnowpaw from the ground she gave a loud screech, hoping she is to be heard. "Don't move! I'm going to get you out Minnowpaw! Once you're out you are to go see Nightfire! If he gives you the okay you are to start rescuing another apprentice!" She snapped, digging around the boulder briefly before bolting to grab a stick from under one of the other boulders she heaved and shot back. Drilling the stick under it she pushed and heaved, even kicked. Once she got some space under she reached down an unsheathed paw, hooked it into the apprentice's fur and scruff and pulled so they were on the same ground as she let the boulder drop with a loud thwump.

Breathing heavy she nudged Minnowpaw onto her feet towards Nightfire before quickly walking to another trapped apprentice.

She barely registered a faint red light behind her eyelids and Darkpaw's eyes shot wide open. Seeing her brother, she instictivly smiled and attempted to pull herself out. Both her and her smile faltered. She made a move to get up but didn't. Frowning in confusion she looked down at her right leg to see it moving fine, but her left wasn't getting the message. Yellow eyes now wide, the apprentice felt a wail rising in her throat. A single look to her mother stopped that. Specklefur couldn't know.

Foxfang hissed to himself. They were rescuing the cats who had a life ahead of them, he understood. The old tom struggled to free himself. He was still strong enough. Right? He didn't give himself time to think on that, thrashing about, refusing to be held by the dirt. The roof was being dislodged, he was near the surface! Or, that's what he thought. A boulder teetered above him. It fell. The cats on he outside might have heard a soft groan of pain, but the tom was squashed. Like an insignifigant ant. It soon squeezed the life out of him.

Bluepaw then left Duskfall. The Elders. The apprentice raced across the clearing after the moan and groan from Foxfang. She looked at the boulder and exhaled. She grabbed a few sticks and she began to push and pull the boulder. She slammed into it and each time it rolled just a bit to the side. She got under it after she made enough room and kicked at it. She got it to ease up but it hurt.
"Go," she gasped. Her claws snagged the elder's scruff and she helped drag him out.

Specklefur was about to heave a boulder off an apprentice when she noticed an apprentice digging something out, something familiar and bloody. Striding over to inspect said thing, her eyes widening a bit as she recognized it, it was her mate Foxfang. Head smashed in, everything stopped to a stand-still, the screeching of cats deafening as she looked down and her now deceased mate. "I told you... I TOLD YOU TO NOT MOVE YOU IDIOT!" She screeched, trying to swallow her grief. Turning to look at Bluepaw, eyes watering she snarled. "Find Darkpaw. Make sure she is alright, and Beanpaw. Please." She ordered, her voice wavering as she turned away, she had to stay focused. She needed to take her mind off this, she needed to work. She had to save those living. Showing an air of indifference now she strode to uncover the next apprentice.

Beanpaw gave a mew of joy as he tugged his sister from the debris, resting her on the boulders he swiftly called for Nightfire. "You're going to be okay Darkpaw! Yo-You're alright now aren't you? Oh you're leg! It's going to be okay!" He spluttered, licking his sisters face in pure joy, cuddling next to her and sitting by her side. He needed to stay to comfort her.

Petalpaw grabbed Marshpaw's paw as if her life depended upon it. For once - finally! she thought - the flittery fluttery thing in her heart did not happen again. This was too important for that stupid stuff.

Using Marshpaw's help, she reached the top of the hole and watched as "her crush" - blah, blah - grieved over his sister. Tears burned behind her eyes, but she pushed them back. Not now, not now.. she urged herself. She tore her eyes away from Marshpaw and his sister and turned to see Bluepaw helping Foxfang, and dashed over to help.

"Bluepaw!" she gasped. "Are you all right?" She looked her friend over anxiously and then Foxfang. She gasped a sharp intake of breath. "No.. he.. he's dead! Bluepaw.. he's dead... The boulder... it killed him... But we have to help the others." It took a lot of willpower to leave the dead elder, in respect for the warrior who had served ThunderClan for so many years, but she had to. Spotting Duskfall, her unconscious deputy, she knew she had to get a warrior to help.

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Sunpelt laid still in the dirt trap, hardly breathing. The dirt had started to affect the oxygen he needed to survive, and his hope and belief of living was starting to drift away from him. He had to keep blinking away the black spots that danced before his eyes every two milliseconds, and he knew that there were cats still buried under the dirt, suffering from breathing difficulties - and that was an understatement - like him, and there were other cats walking above his grave right now. he could feel the vibrations from their paws as they dashed around trying to help different cats - except him. The pounding sounds from the vibrations were like drums preparing to write a song about his unfortunate death.

His whole life he had planned to die as an elder, or a hero, or as a cat that suffered for someone else. Not like this. His body would probably never be found...

Bluepaw dropped the boulder and stared. She let out a horrible cry and closed her eyes.

Frozenflame collapsed as Bluepaw came over to help him with Duskfall. The energy was being sucked out of him. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again, he saw that Duskfall had been moved out from under the branch and Bluepaw was running away to help others. There is no way she did that by herself, Frozenflame thought, dazed. He managed to stand up and heave the unconscious deputy onto his back and carry him over to Nightfire. "Please, you have to help him," Frozenflame said to the medicine cat as he rolled Duskfall off of his back. The tom then ran off to save others.

Who is missing? The warrior thought as he looked around, trying to figure out who needed to be saved. Sunpelt. The grey and ginger warrior looked around frantically, searching in the debris for him without any luck. "SUNPELT," he screamed as he sniffed the air for his scent, trying to track him down but with fail. Frozenflame started to dig in random places, hoping that he would somehow find the other tom with luck. He caught a glimpse of ginger fur buried deep under dirt and started to dig as fast as he could. "Hang in there buddy, I'm gonna get you out of there." Frozenflame wasn't sure if he was dead or alive, but he continued to work.