Not even the Wind speaks [WC Flood Topic]

Blossompetal was one of the fist to wake at the strange sensation of a drenched pelt that stirred the former queen from sleep.  Eyes wide she stood quickly spotting water which she had though near impossible "Wake up!! It's flooding!! " She yowled trying to wake the closest warriors before exiting the den heading straight for the apprentices den where her kits were.  She scrambled over to Echopaw prodding her daughter roughly but not on purpose she needed her up and moving"Echopaw wake up now! "She mewed voice frantic.

Echopaw blinking her eyes groggily heard the panic in her mothers voice before she felt the wet feeling in her paws" What's going on mom"She mewed

"The camp is flood get you siblings up we have to wake the others " I'm going to head to the nursery to help the queens"She mewed rushing off quickly.

Rain poured even in Finchbreeze's dreams. It had become the norm for the past few sunrises, rain, rain, nonstop rain. He was curled up next to Brookclover now, pelt soaked and dripping at the ends. Ever since being made deputy, the tom had found it harder and harder to sleep. The weight of his new responsibilities swam in his head and lapped at his pelt like a hungry river. He had sworn to do his best, and to live up to Swiftstep's legacy, but the tom still tossed and turned at night, caught up in a current of thoughts.
A shrill scream had Finchbreeze's ears pricked, tearing him from his dream. Horror clawed at the young cat's heart as he realized the situation. Water. Water everywhere. It streamed over the hills and into the nursery, bubbling over rocks and tufts of grass. The silhouette of his clanmates could be seen rising against the dark sky. All slowly coming to grips with the matter at hand.
Finchbreeze closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in, out, action. "WINDCLAN WAKE UP!" The tom shouted, nudging at Brookclover as he did. His tone was calm, but loud. I need to stay strong.

"Morning." Finchbreeze mewed to his mate when her eyes finally flicked open, his cheeky sarcasm prevailing through the panic. "We have a bit of a situation on our paws my dear. Please keep yourself safe, I'll be back soon." Without waiting for a response, the orange and white tabby turned tail, splashing away to his first objective. He arrived at the nursery first, drenched in water, droplets falling from his whiskers. "Alright little ones, there's a lot of water in the camp and we need to get you to safety!" Finchbreeze reached into the den gingerly, grasping a kit in his jaws and placing it behind him. Panic fought to overtake the tom, but he pushed it down with every wave. We're fine, Windclan will be fine. The tom cast a glance over his shoulder and locked eyes with his mate, desperately wanting to shield her from the rain. But he was deputy now, and as much as his heart pulled him one direction, his mind had to go another. "Find higher ground!" The tom shouted to the camp, removing the last kit from the nursery and swiveling over the cats present. "Help me with these kits," the tom mewed to the nearest warrior, still trying to spot a familiar pale pelt. Where is Brindlestar?

Swiftstep had awoken to his pelt drenched with cold water. "What the?" mumbled the tom as he rose from his nest in the warrior's den. The tom had stepped down from being the deputy not to long ago due to him beginning to lose himself because of past memories. He couldn't lead Windclan while being an emotional wreck. Stepping down was the best choice.

The brown tom raced outside of the den, after awaking the others after realizing that the camp was flooding. The tom looked around for Finchbreeze. After spotting the tom taking kits out of the nursery, he ran over to him and sent him a quick greeting but with a sharp voice. He was distressed that this was happening. "Finchbreeze, the best place for us all to go is the Lone Stump and the surrounding hills. It's the highest part of our territory. There is no knowledge of how high the water will get so it's best to evacuate all to that place quick. Do you know where Brindlestar is? Is she aware of this?"

Maplepaw sat up, her ears pricking. She'd just waken up from all the noise outside. Still groggy from sleep, she stretched out her paw to climb from her nest. She felt something cold and wet on her paw, and jumped back, just to land in more wetness. "The camp has Flooded!" She screeched, hearing her voice ring across camp. She darted from the den, looking for something to help with. She ran across the flooded camp, nearing the nursery. She saw Swiftstep approach and start talking. She also heard Finchbreeze helping the kits and queens from the nursery, and decided she was going to help too. She went into the den and nosed the kits, plucking them from the water and putting the smaller ones on her back. She nudged the bigger ones, hoping that they could take on the currents with help. She looked around, hoping another warrior would help. She wasn't going to let a little water hurt her clanmates.

The thundering was causing Gingerpaw problems to sleep, so she was curled up in her nest, trying her best to do it... until something cold hit her pelt, making her jump.

"W-what was that!?"

She then saw the apprentice´s den filled with water... the shouts outside made the situation clear, the camp was being flooded.

She panicked, she knew she had to help, but when she barely started to move to get out, more water rushed in, soaking her pelt, making her heavy, she had a small body compared to the other apprentices and she wasn´t used to have her pelt soaked, she struggled.

"H-HELP! PLEASE"

The rushing water, its frigid temperature, and the sounds of his panicking Clanmates awoke Rabbitfrost immediately. Leaping into action, he rushed out of the warriors' den and looked around with wide, concentrated eyes, searching for any cats in need of his help. He spotted a young apprentice by the name of Gingerpaw, who was struggling to escape the apprentices' den. Rabbitfrost leaped through the large pool of water to reach her quicker. "Don't worry, I'll help you," he mewed calmly, trying to quell the apprentice's fear. He waded into the den to reach her and gripped her by the scruff, then began tugging on her to pull her along while her thick fur tried to weigh her down, and soon enough the two escaped the apprentices' den.

"Follow the other evacuees," the Clan's youngest warrior commanded. "I'll stay behind and help the rest of the warriors evacuate. Go now!" Without waiting to see if Gingerpaw would heed his orders, Rabbitfrost turned and began searching for more cats in need of his assistance.

Graybriar awoke to the sickening feeling of water all around her. Something she hadn't felt since she fell in the river next to SkyClan as an apprentice. When she woke up, disoriented, she noticed with shock that the entire medicine den- indeed, the entire territory- was swimming almost leg-deep in water, which was steadily rising. She panicked and tried to stand, but her leg was still weak, and she fell almost immediately. Her mouth filled with muddy, grassy water, which she spat out when she surfaced, standing on three legs and trying desperately not to get swept away. She couldn't swim, especially not like this! The injured warrior was stuck. She managed to hop on the waterlogged ground beneath out of the medicine den, but that was as far as she got. "Briarpaw? Barleytuft?" she cried out anxiously, scanning the masses. Were they okay? Did they need help. If they did... she wouldn't be much help either. She was barely afloat as it was. But all that she wanted was for her mate and son to be safe.

Gingerpaw gasped when she felt she was being picked up, relief filled her, she tried to ask the warrior if she could help but before she could even say anything the warrior was gone.

The little calico looked around, wanting to help, but her small body and heavy fur prevented her from doing anything more than scape... she lowered her ears, feeling useless, she couldn´t do anything so she followed the cats evacuating.

Foxspirit woke up to screams of fear. Jumping up, it only took a few seconds for her to realize. The word "Flood" seemed to be yowled by every cat, as they all scrambled, trying to locate family and friends. She looked worriedly around her, trying to find the one cat she had any type of relationship with... Swiftstep. Once she had located him, Foxspirit let out a small sigh of relief, realizing that she was more worried about him than anyone else. As she started towards him, he began to tell everyone about the lone stump, and how it was the highest place in the territory. Even though he was no longer deputy, he still rushed to help everyone that he could. one of the many things she admired about him. She shook her head, attempting to clear it. "Are you okay?" She meowed once she reached him, a tone of concern.

Briarpaw worked hard, gathering all of the most valuable herbs and supplies he could carry, only being successful in snatching a mouthful of leaves from the surface of the water. If they were going to survive this, they would need to have at least some herbs left. It was taking all his self control not to bolting towards the exit. He had to put his clanmates first! The bundle clasped firmly in his jaws, Briarpaw exited the Medicine den. He heard his mother call his name, and came to her as quickly as he could. "Greybriar!" he meowed around the herbs in his mouth. "I'm okay. We need to get out of here!"

"Swiftstep." Finchbreeze mewed, relief washing over him at the sight of the former deputy. The brown tom held Finchbreeze's respect, and was a sight for sore eyes amidst the chaos.
An apprentice zoomed by and began to help with the kits. The orange and white tabby gave Maplepaw a nod of appreciation as she began nudging the kits to safety. Cats were streaming from their dens, splashing into the current, swarming to help their fellow clanmates. But no sign of Brindlestar. "The Lone Stump... That's a good idea Swiftstep, thank you...." The tom lifted his gaze towards Fourtrees. While they weren't visible in the darkness, Finchbreeze wondered if he could get the Clan there safetly. "And no...I haven't seen Brindlestar…"

The young tom struggled to fight back the fear that clawed at his throat. He had mustered up every last strand of confidence left, but now, it was failing him. Finchbreeze watched as water streamed into the clearing, tearing up debris along with it. This was chaos. The water is too fast, by the time we reach the Lone Stump...it may already be flooded... A storm swam in the deputy's mind and time seemed to freeze. The screams of horror ate at Finchbreeze's pelt, and a cold fear grew there. We need to go to Highstones... The tom thought, whirling over to Swiftstep again. "What about Highstones? It's the most elevated part of the territory... And I'm afraid the Lone Stump may be flooded by the time we arrive..." Finchbreeze hated to undermine Swiftstep, the former deputy's opinion meant a lot to him. But he needed to follow his gut, blindly hoping it wouldn't lead them all to their graves. The current was lapping at Finchbreeze's legs now, picking up speed with each word spoken. The warrior dove back into the camp, wanting to make sure every cat got out safely.

Murkpaw woke slowly to the sound of a bunch of cats screaming. What is it now?! Do these rabbit-brains ever shut up?! It was at about that moment that he realized he was even wetter than usual. Sitting up, he glared at the gaps between the branches above, to see only a couple of drips leaking through. At his paws however, there was a puddle sloshing through the den, even deeper than usual. And it had soaked his bedding. He glared harder at that.
For some strange reason, the den was practically empty, what few apprentices left running for the entrance as though they were about to start drowning any second. And I thought I hated water. Over the past few days, he'd discovered there was something even worse than freezing in the snow - getting wet. He shook his pelt out and raised an invisible eyebrow at the panicked cats running around outside, padding out of the den with a yawn.
It was chaos out there. Their pelts sodden and streaming water, cats splashed through the paw-deep water in the middle of camp, dragging out kits and screeching at each other. As he stood, gawking at the scene, he had to step aside for a warrior dragging a cat with too much fur on her to move, both of whom seemed as panicked as the rest. To him, it looked faintly ridiculous.
Dodging cats running around like dogs who'd smelled dead meat, he made his way towards where Finchbreeze and the former deputy were standing, apparently making plans for how to escape the puddle trickling into camp. He shook a paw, spattering droplets as he attempted without success to get it dry. "Why in StarClan is everyone running around yowling over a puddle?"

Aspenpaw darted around the camp, circling for stragglers who might have not woken up yet. His mind was steady. Some wet paws and a few collapsed tunnels. There had been a lot of rain. It was just a little water, nothing more... right? What was the worst that could come of a small camp flood? Somehow, it didn't sit right with him. There was something very wrong here. He couldn't explain the bad feeling. He heard the yelling, the disorder, but everyone was just frazzled from getting their paws wet, right? That was all!

He watched his mentor, who was now deputy, come back into the camp. "Finchbreeze, we're okay, right?" he asked in a low voice, "We just need to get out of the way. It's just some soggy territory!"

Meanwhile, Quailfeather was stuck in the elders den, one of the few underground places in WindClan. Though the water above ground was only paw-deep, it had seeped in to the small cavern, and there was only one opening. And with her maimed back leg, she couldn't get up in the rising water levels. Far from panicking, though, she almost welcomed the cold, scummy liquid around her. But then she remembered her mate and sister, and panic lit in her eyes. "Silentstrike! Gustpuddle! Get up, please!"

There was a dim sound. It rumbled softly beneath Grousepaw's paws as the young tom laid quietly in slumber. The soft touch of rain dripping through the camp was a soft comfort that seemed to be kind.

Then the peace ended as water rushed into the camp. Grousepaw woke with a start as water flooded around him suddenly. His pelt bristled and sticky with the muck and debris that the water was carrying down with it. Glaring with disdain at a piece of grass that stuck to his forehead down in front of his eyes. He shook his head violently and looked around for Brookclover, a single distasteful look at the sky.

"This. Is so incredibly inefficient." He stated bluntly as he looked around at the chaotic mass of cats. His head tilted as he realised cats were preparing to leave in a rush. The rumbling beneath his paws never left, and seemed to be getting more intense.

After only a moment, he ran towards the only cats he didn't see racing around. The only den that was occupied, the elders. His paws skidded in the muddy water, splashing around him and making him cringe distastefully. 'They'll think I'm a harebrained kit.' The thought irked him, so he collected himself. He was Brindlestar's son. He needed to act like it. He was relieved to see Quailfeather up and taking action.

"Quailfeather. Do you feel that? What is it?" He asked, biting down the tremendous worry building in his stomach.