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The marsh was gentle on his paws, though the wet bog was causing concern for the young tom, the fear that he'd be sucked down into a tar pit or quick sand making him trod on with caution. Rockthorn had been lucky thus far, but due to extreme caution and active smelling and swivelling ears he had gotten out unscathed without many to challenge him and he hoped to keep it that way.

The tom flinched as the pine needles pricked at his paw pads, flinching and doing a weird trot the tom swiped the fire across the pine litter and bark. Swiping it against everything it could, careful not to snuff it out. Rockthorn as per usual checked to make sure everything was nice and lit before leaving to his next and last destination, his tail high in the air.

Watch out Windclan, Rockthorn's coming.

Ryepaw had been out for an evening stroll, enjoying the warm night air as it brushed against his pale ginger fur.  With a purr, the young tom felt a thrill of excitement rush down his spine.  I can't believe my warrior ceremony is so close, the day I've dreamed of my whole life!  Come of Mudfoot, get a move on with the assessment!  Chuckling a bit, a suddenly flash of dark fur entered the corner of his vision, and Ryepaw's ears perked.  Turning, he looked to see who is was, but to his immense surprise a line of growing flames sprung up in front of him.  Turning, he chased after the fire-wielding cat for a moment, shouting "Hey, what the heck are you doing?"  There was no time though to track down the intruder, Ryepaw turned and dashed back to camp as fast as his paws could carry him.  Bursting in, he let out a frantic yowl; "Fire!  Fire in the forest!  We need to evacuate, wake up!  Get everyone to safety!"  The apprentice made a mad dash for the leader's den, and yowled the same thing to Leopardstar.  How could this happen?!  Who was that cat?

Blazeflight followed behind Ryepaw merrily, enjoying what was left of the day. It was bright and sunny out, and finally, New-leaf had settled in for good. Her ears perked when she heard Ryepaws screech, she should have been paying closer attention. Fire?! What was going on? "Ryepaw!" She raced after the apprentice, her fur matching the color of the flames."Where is Leopardstar?!" She raced into his den, finding him inside, at peace."Leapardstar, this fire is heading straight toward camp! W-what do we do?" She meowed to the leader.

Larksong was sitting at the fresh-kill pile, getting ready to pick a piece of prey to eat when the sound of screeching caused her fur to stand on edge. Her gaze snapped up, her ears twitching at the sound of Ryepaw and Blazeflight as they came storming into the camp shouting about fires. What? She was on her paws in an instance, opening her mouth to question them but they both bolted straight for the leader's den causing her ears to fall flat. She could barely catch the hints of the scent of smoke - knowing the scent well from whenever her strange Twolegs would set a small fire in a strange hard tree trunk that sat in their dens whenever Leafbare came around. But her ears twitched as she spared a glance out at the territory. "Don't panic!" she yowled with a swish of her tail. "Our territory is a marsh - the flames won't have an easy time getting to the camp if it makes it at all."

Smokestripe was in the middle of pulling himself out of the warrior's den when Ryepaw and Blazeflight came rushing into the camp, his mouth quickly falling open as the apprentice yowled about fire coming for the camp. What? The warrior swiftly pulled himself the rest of the way out of the den, panic rising in his chest. He had heard tales about fire - the damage it could do but he had never heard about it threatening ShadowClan! Normally it was a threat to Windclan, ThunderClan or SkyClan! He opened his mouth, ready to shout out a warning but was silenced as Larksong stepped up and yowled for peace, his ears perking at her words. She...She had a point, didn't she? He had heard tales about how RiverClan was safe from the dreadful flames thanks to the river that surrounded their territory and camp...Well, ShadowClan's territory was a marshy landscape - not as perfect as a river but certainly close enough to prevent the flames from gaining much ground. "Wh-What should we do?" he questioned Larksong as he stepped forward, pausing when the deputy's daughter only returned his gaze with an uneasy stare, clearly not wanting to take charge when it wasn't her place.

Littlebrook had been eating a toad when the glow of a fire hit her line of sight, and the awful scent of smoke assaulted her nose. Glancing around the clearing frantically, she looked for her adopted kits. "Gingerkit! Sparkkit! Firekit!" She yowled as loudly as she could. They had been playing somewhere in camp and she couldn't see them. Oh StarClan.. Let them be alright! She prayed silently. "Flamestrike! Have you seen the kits?!" She asked, gaze frantic in panic, before rushing off to check every square inch of camp. If they weren't in camp, she didn't know what she would do.

Honeydrop jolted up from organizing her herbs when the unpleasantly dry scent of smoke passed through her nose. Almost immediately, the golden dappled she-cat poked her head out of the den to see cats running around shouting and a blazing, raging fire in the distance. Headed for ShadowClan camp. You're a medicine cat- grab herbs for burns, honey for sore throats, go out quickly! But one cry in the camp stuck out- Littlebrook's. An unbidden, intruding thought spread across her mind, spreading fear down her whole body and making her muscles ready to bolt with their instinctual impulse- my kits! My kits are in danger! The ShadowClan medicine dashed out of her den and through camp, responsibilities forgotten in light of this new terror. Fear and adrenaline coursed through her body. Racing around the Jaggedrock, she found three flame-orange kits playing together, unaware of the new danger. Giving a shaky sigh of relief, the honey-gold she-cat called out to end any suspicion, "L-Littlebrook! I f-found your k-k-kits!" She turned to her three sons. "O-Okay, we're p-playing a new g-g-game- p-pretend the territory is on f-fire! You c-can't go a-a-anywhere except the s-safe spot! Qu-quick, follow m-me!" Grabbing the oldest, Gingerkit, by the scruff, she ran as fast as she could up the Jaggedrock, dropping the tabby tom-kit on the peak, where he'd be safe.

Gingerkit was leading his brothers in a game of "ThunderClan invader", laughing and tussling in the grass too loudly to hear their mother's anguished cries, when the medicine cat, a she-cat his father respected, burst in on their fun. He didn't know her well, but she'd saved his father from his evil brother, if the elders' tales were to be believed, and that was good enough for him. "Oh, hi, Honeydrop!" the small tom chirped cheerfully, pausing mid-battle move pinning Firekit to the ground. His ears pricked as her strained, stuttering voice introduced a new game. The territory... on fire? It sounded a little strange, but the tabby tom want about to pass up an opportunity to play with the medicine cat, who was usually too busy. He gave a tiny yelp of surprise as the she-cat picked him up by the scruff like Littlebrook always did and carried him up to the top of Jaggedrock, where he always saw Leopardstar sit for ceremonies. Getting over his initial astonishment, Gingerkit's jaws dropped wide open at the view. He forgot all about the "game". "Firekit! Sparkkit!" he squeaked excitedly. "Come on! You can see everything from here!"

Firekit let a soft growl came from his mouth when his brother pushed him into the ground while they were playing. He was muscular and big for the average kit, but the tom still had to learn a few things about battling.
His ears perked curiously when he saw how his brother paid attention to the golden dappled she-cat that approached them. The flame colored kitten stood up, close to his brother and inclined his head a little confused by her words. A fire? He only knew how that looked at because of the stories of the elders and warriors, but he actually hadn't  seen one of those, even if he was named after that thing. However, Firekit didn't think too much about that and smiled excitedly for the new game. Honeydrop was a medicine cat and they weren't the ones that played the most with kits like him so it could be a funny experience.
Where is the safe spot, Honeydrop? I would like to play that game!" He meowed but the she-cat already took Gingerkit in her jaws, carried him away from where they were playing. "Hey! Don't leave me behind! Come on, Sparkkit! We have to follow them to be safe from the fire!" Firekit soon pretended to be in a fire, just like the medicine cat said and ran to her bouncing playfully.
The young cat glanced at the golden she-cat leaving Gingerkit on the top of the leader's rock, the Jaggedrock. He stopped his running surprised by his brother being in the usual spot of Leopardstar and he started bouncing around when Gingerkit called him excited. The tom jumped into the rock trying to dig his claws on the stone to climb, but his paws failed to stay in one place and he fell with his tail on the ground.

Fire in the distance...

Thrushstripe jumped to his feet at the first sound of Ryepaw's cries. Instinctively, the old cat darted into the clearing, ignoring his screaming joints and heavy breathing as he came to assess what was happening. Already, cats were being thrown into a panic. Littlebrook was grabbing Leopardstar while Honeydrop was gathering the kits from the nursery. It was all so much for something that wasn't yet a threat. 'Yet' being the key word...

Turning to those in the clearing already, he stood up tall, all of his leader instincts kicking in once again. "Everyone!" he yowled, his voice suddenly full of the authority it had been lacking for the past couple of moons. "Everyone stay calm. We live in... marsh terrain. This isn't the first fire I've... seen in the forest."

The elder took a deep breath, trying to sort out a quick plan. "Honeydrop and Littlebrook, you're in... charge of the kits. Round all of them up, keep them together but stay here. Larksong, Smokestripe, I'm... counting on you to round up the apprentices. Get them out of the dens. Pick out one or... two of the older apprentices to help. Ryepaw, you come with me. Blazeflight, gather as many... warriors as you can and follow me. We have some work to do before that fire gets here." Without even waiting on anyone to move, Thrushstripe started for the entrance of the camp, watching the blaze in the distance. It wasn't large thankfully, but if things were dry enough, it could reach camp. Soon, the elder was pushing through the territory.

"I'm on it, Thrushstripe." She turned away from the elder, spotting out all the warriors she could find."Larksong! Smokestripe! Follow after Thrushstar! We'll need as much help as we can get!" She already had an idea of what Thrushstripe wanted to do, so she went with what she had in her head."Larksong!" She called her over, simultaneously padding up to her."Make sure Thrushstripe doesn't do anything, too,
you know, hurt himself." She smiled, padding away to find more warriors to tag along.

Everything was fuzzy; Bearpaw smelled smoke, heard the panic going on outside of the apprentice den. He got up, made his way out into camp; everyone was running around, frantically trying to account for everyone and get them to safety. Bearpaw supposed he ought to help... He looked up, and saw a thick plume of grey smoke rising into the sky--the fire was close, and he wasn't about to hang around camp and risk his life to make sure anyone else got out alive. Quickly, he backed away from the chaos, and slipped out of camp, bolting in the opposite direction of the fire.

Rowanpaw scrambled up with a yelp. He looked around, wondering what had woken him up so suddenly.
Peering out, he saw the camp buzzing with activity- and what was that smell? Smoke?
Oh Starclan, there was a fire! He had to help the clan- his family.
He ran to the nursery, grabbing Firekit in his jaws and nudging Sparkkit with his paws, following Honeydrop up to Jaggedrock.
Not a moment later he ran back down, ready to herd the rest of the kits to a safe place. The kits were the future of the clan- their safety was the number one priority.

OOC: DUDE BROS READ MY POST PLS SO WE DON'T HAVE 8000 PEOPLE DOING 20000 THINGS AND MAKING THIS TOPIC MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT SHOULD BE

Flamestrike stood dumbfounded in the middle of the camp. One moment he was getting ready to finally eat something, and the next it was chaos. Fire? He could smell the smoke, but it wasn't right at the camp thankfully. Given the territory was mostly marshes, he wasn't worried about the flames making it too far. His ear twitched as Littlebrook called his name. Thankfully, a moment later, all three kits were safely with Honeydrop. Something tugged in his heart as he watched his mate play with their kits. It was something that did not happen to often, as she had to give them up. A grim, soft smile covered his maw for a brief second. However, Thrushstripe's orders broke through his thoughts.

It felt good to see the old leader in charge again. Instantly, the flame orange tom was following what he said. He raced towards the elder, "What can I do, Thrushstar?" Flamestrike asked, looking down at the old cat, oblivious to his own slip up. The old tabby could pretend he was retiring, but leading was sewn into his very being. At least for the instance, Thrushstar was back.

At Thrushsta- Thrushstripe's call Ryepaw dashed over from where he was in the middle of camp and stopped obediently next to the former leader, fluffy tail raised high and icy eyes bright with interest.  Proud and excited to be picked, the older apprentice nodded seriously and meowed; "What do you want me to do Thrushstripe?"
(short and baddd)

Darkpaw sat down and her ears perked, something was cracking, like a tree....Darkpaw's fur brsitled and gazed coldly at Ryepaw, Blackpaw at her side, her sister had known Silentstorm's betrayal and them tom were the same heartbroken.

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Blackpaw, was sitting beside Darkpaw in the darkest place of the Shadowclan's camp, her gaze coldly gazing Silentstorm and feeling her sister was doing the same but to Ryepaw, they two where still quarreling, but Darkpaw did say nothing.

OOC: Can i participate, if no, eliminate my post plz.