A little Washed Up (East Shore) (open)

The travel had seemed like almost a blur to the wounded silver petite tabby her usually bright blue eyes looked around.  At some point when the wave first hit she could remember her mate saying that he loved her and their daughter before helping other and then her running from the wave kit in jaw but it was as if the wave forced the kit away.  She had also remembered seeing her daughter Yarrowpaw before being sucked under the waves and before even reaching the surface a sharp pain at her hind legs.  As the water had swept her away she had remembered managing though in pain to reach the surface where a small branch gave her what little support she could have above the water.  Scared but exhausted she had closed her eyes as she had been digging until she had felt land under her as she was shoved on shore from there she blinked weakly lifting her head to assess what damage had come to her.  When her blue gaze seen the long semi deep gash on her hind leg she had to close her eyes before she tried forcing herself to her paws her wounded leg only cooperating enough to get her up but not much else as she limp painfully forward looking around"h.. Hello is anyone else here?! "she called hoping she wasn't alone.

Meanwhile a little farther down the shore a young apprentice was clinging to a peice of floating twoleg item her ears flat unsure of her mother or father's where about which scared her let alone her siblings.  With flattened ears she felt land under her underbelly and with shaky legs Echopaw the wind clan apprentice had to look around.  Where ever she was she couldn't see anyone and that scared her slightly ha ing not been alone in a long time.

SkyClan cats were not made for swimming, and it didn't take a medicine cat to see why. Being a medicine cat, Amberdawn had a pretty good understanding of why she was such a poor swimmer. She, like most SkyClan cats, had rather short legs; what they lacked in length they more than made up for in strength, but unfortunately neither strength nor length would have been as useful as having webbed paws like a ShadowClan cat or oily fur and bouyant fat like RiverClan cats did. Not only that, but she had never particularly practiced swimming despite the shared river between SkyClan and RiverClan's territories. The medicine cat apprentice had floundered pitifully in the raging floodwater for longer than she could guess, stray currents and debris sending waves over her head. When she finally found something to cling to which would support her weight, she wondered if she even had the strength left to hold on. Her eyes slipped shut before she could realize she was falling asleep.

Amberdawn opened her eyes several hours later to find herself still floating, though it seemed as though the worst of the rain had finally ceased as gloomy clouds dispersed overhead. She shivered fiercely, her usually vibrant golden pelt a dark brown as water and mud slicked it against her slender frame. Her dark gaze scanned the horizon, and she was surprised to see a littered shoreline several fox-lengths away from her. Amberdawn summoned her resolve and slowly kicked out with her hind paws, aiming her raft towards land.

She didn't know how long it took, but by the time she reached land Amberdawn had used what little energy she had. She collapsed on the muddy shore and slipped into another restless sleep.

"H...Hello is anyone else here?!"

The voice broke into Amberdawn's hazy dreams and immediately the medicine cat apprentice sat upright, staring around with confusion and bewilderment as she tried to recognize her surroundings. The water couldn't be the river - it didn't smell right. It smells sour, she realized as she stared out over the massive body of water - it didn't seem to have another bank. Something must be wrong with this water... I'll need to find something else. The medicine cat apprentice suddenly remembered the voice and she stood and turned, seeing a small gray tabby sitting up with one leg awkwardly out to the side.

"Who are you?" Amberdawn tried to ask, but her voice came out as barely more than a croak. She cleared her throat and dared to take a step towards the other cat, mewing a little more loudly, "Wh-Who are you? Where are we?"

The flood had poured mercilessly into the WindClan camp, spilling into all the nooks and crannies and dens and washing nearly all the cats there away and down into pounding waves. Elmskip was one of the unlucky ones, the rough water taking his lithe body and tossing it around as if he was a leaf in a rushing river. Panic took his form and stole his breath away as he floundered, three legs flailing. He had never been in any water before, let alone the flood overtaking the forest.

Imagine. He hadn't even been a warrior for a moon and he was already going to die.

Instinctively trying to paddle to keep his head above water, several times a splash of water smacked him in the face and sent him coughing. He had no idea how long he had been struggling, he just knew that he couldn't keep this up forever. All of his muscles had been straining for a long, long time as the water carried him away to an area he'd never seen before. Finally, thank StarClan, a large piece of wood floated by and the tortoiseshell tom flung himself onto it with the last of his strength and held on tight with his claws.

He didn't remember falling asleep, only waking up as his water-logged body bumped up against the muddy bank of a shore. His makeshift life raft was gone and he pulled himself onto land with trembling legs. The warrior hiccuped once then vomited up water before collapsing in the mud, exhausted. He was awake, just so, so exhausted. He didn't know where he was or where his Clanmates were, only that he was very, very lost.

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Sagepaw, like most of SkyClan, was swept away by the rushing water flooding the Clan territories. He had seen his mother taken away first, calling out to her even though she couldn't hear him before plunging into the water after her. As much as his heroism looked good, it wasn't the best idea ever, as he was both a young cat and a pretty inexperienced swimmer. He floundered for a bit, strong back legs pumping the water as he tried to keep his body afloat. He couldn't see very well, everything close to him was blurry colors and shapes, but in front of him was a large tree branch that looked like it could carry his weight. Panting, he paddled desperately to catch up to it, finally hooking his claws onto it and pulling himself up onto it. The light-furred apprentice let himself relax against the branch as much as he dared, riding that branch for a long, long time. Sagepaw began to doze off after a while, rousing awake when his back paws touched the bottom of the ground under the water.

His branch had washed up on the bank of some...land. He had no idea where he was but he pulled himself to his paws and waded out of the water, his fur soaking wet. His paws sunk into the mud as he moved up the bank, looking around. If he had ended up here, maybe others had ended up here too. Suddenly, two voices met his ears and he raised his head.

"H...Hello, is anyone else here?"

"Who are you? Where are we?"

The apprentice suddenly realized that the second voice belonged to the SkyClan medicine cat Amberdawn. He trudged towards the sound of her voice, calling out, "Amberdawn? Is that you? It's me, Sagepaw!"

Littlest team's head turned to the sound of another cat and relief washed over her. Despite the pain in her leg. "Oh thank starclan" She me we'd in relief "I'm Littlestream... Of river clan... " She paused unsure who the young she cat before her was"who are you? As far as where we are I have no idea... "she me we'd ears lowering. Upon hearing another voice she The young apprentice and offered a small smile.

Amberdawn watched the other she-cat move, knowing that she should be more wary of strangers in this unfamiliar situation but feeling unable to find the energy to do so. Besides, if the other cat wanted to do something, she wouldn't be seated. The heavy scent of must and wreckage coupled with exhaustion dulled Amberdawn's senses, but it was impossible to miss the relief in the stranger's voice as she sighed, "Oh, thank StarClan." Immediately the medicine cat apprentice relaxed even more, immediately dropping what little guard she had. She was terrified: she hadn't even experienced all the seasons in her home and now she was somewhere else. StarClan was something she knew - something familiar anywhere.

"I'm Littlestream... of RiverClan..." the she-cat introduced. The RiverClan warrior hesitated, then asked, "Who are you? As far as where we are, I have no idea..."

Amberdawn parted her mouth to speak when suddenly a voice from somewhere nearby on the shore called out, "Amberdawn? Is that you? It's me, Sagepaw!"

The golden tabby she-cat glanced at the RiverClan cat, mewing hastily, "Yes, I'm Amberdawn - I'll be right back, Littlestream!" She then turned and raced off down the shore towards the sound of paws working in the muck. After only a few tail-lengths the ground became muckier under her paws, but soon she spotted her Clanmate. Sagepaw was her senior, but he struggled with hearing and vision problems. He was perfectly capable, but this strange territory would get the best of anyone. "Oh, Sagepaw, it's so good to see you!" Amberdawn purred, though her eyes were dark with worry. "A-Are you alright? I've found another cat - Littlestream, from RiverClan - who must have been swept away like us. That must mean others are here. I think we're safer with a warrior."

To some cats, the loss of consciousness might have presented itself as a horrifying oddity as the oxygen had been crushed from the lungs of many and replaced with the unyielding assemblage of pooling droplets. However, one particular tom was no stranger to either. In fact, slipping into the nothingness had been as easy as falling into sleep. Although for a moment Sparkfrost may have protested the world of darkness, it had embraced him as he floated along with the currents. Berrycloud, brother by blood and mere knowledge, had helped to guide him as the churning tides carried them both away into the unknown. Throughout this whole ordeal, the dilute calico had drifted along peacefully, unaware in his ignorant state. Something in the back of his mind soothed any anxiety about being back in a realm comprised merely of light and dark, shifting shadows his only companion.

Unlike his moon of not moving, the Riverclan warrior was to awake from this sleep. As the brother settled onto the shore, it took not long for Sparkfrost to awaken once more. They were half in the water, it lapped at their fur as if begging them to let it embrace them once more. Sparkfrost blinked. His head rang as the voices of cats, crying out in relief, reached his ears. Similar to the muck that tugged at the Skyclan cat's paws, mud had caked itself into his long coat. But it did not bother the tom. Coat cleanliness had never been one of his top priorities. In fact, Sparkfrost never cared much for his coat, often rendering it disheveled. His dull green eyes drifted to look over Berrycloud's golden coat and the faint rise and fall of the tom's frame told him that he was still alive. While he had no memory of growing up alongside this cat, and he did not recall much of anything, someone had proclaimed this massive beast to be Berrykit. It was unbelievable but he simply went along with it.

After deciding that one of the few cats he knew wasn't dead, Sparkfrost decided to drag himself towards the Skyclanners. He was ignorant of their conversation and pulled himself over to the few mouselengths by their forepaws. Flipping over to expose his underbelly to the air, the tom looked up at them with a curious gaze, "Hello there. Do you know where we are? Something seems off about this place." As much as he longed to sit up, between the protests of the mud and his underused muscles, it was a futile attempt and he had worked out that much. So he was contented to looked up at them. Amberdawn and Sagepaw were about as recognizable as any of the Riverclan cats, "Oh, my name is Sparkfrost by the way. If you don't know that."

There was an answer to his question soon enough and Sagepaw perked his ears up. The sound of the running water was a little distracting but he was just able to make out his Clanmate's voice again. Her golden fur appeared nearby as she hurried towards him, slowly going out of focus the closer she got. Because of his sensory issues, Sagepaw had learned to rely on his sense of smell more than on his hearing or sight, and this cat smelled like SkyClan. Granted, the scent was a little buried under the scent of mud and sour rot, but it was still there nonetheless. He broke into a grin when Amberdawn approached, taking a few steps through the mud to meet her.

"It's good to see you too!" he meowed, his voice just a tad too loud. "Yeah, I'm fine, are you okay? I'm glad it wasn't just us that got stuck here...How many more do you think there are?" There was a blurry movement out of the corner of his eye and he turned to see the form of another cat crawling up to them. Sagepaw squinted hard, trying to make out the other's features. He smelled new, not from SkyClan. From RiverClan, maybe? It was hard to tell, as this tom was covered in mud too. "Hi, sorry, what did you say your name was? Sparkfrost? Hello, I'm Sagepaw and this is Amberdawn. We're from SkyClan. Um..." He raised his head to look around at their surroundings, his easy smile slipping into a frown. "I don't think any of us know where we are...I think we should stick together though, and go see if there's any others around!"

Amberdawn sighed with relief that Sagepaw recognized her; he greeted her loudly, as he was prone to do, but the sound of his voice was soothing regardless. The soft sound of mud squealching nearby made Amberdawn's ears flicked. She looked away, searching for the source, and almost immediately found a crawling mass of fur. Sagepaw asked how many others she thought were present after the she-cat had already noticed their new company.

"Hello there. Do you know where we are? Something seems off about this place." The new tom was flipped onto his back, weighted down with mud and likely exhaustion but still strangely un-guarded.

Amberdawn parted her mouth to speak, but Sagepaw spoke first, double-checking the tom's name - Sparkfrost, who smelled faintly of RiverClan through the sour water that surrounded them all - before introducing himself and Amberdawn. The golden tabby she-cat dipped her head, though she trembled with cold now. At Sagepaw's final words, Amberdawn mewed loud enough for Sagepaw to hear clearly, "I agree; Sparkfrost, we've found another RiverClan cat just a bit up the bank. Let me help you get some of that mud off and we'll go join up with her, alright?"

With that, the SkyClan medicine cat apprentice made her way towards the tom with thick fur, bending down to begin lapping and nibbling away clump after clump of dirt and debris. She tried to ignore the taste, but she wondered how she would clean herself up afterwards without fresh water to bathe in. After several moments of quick cleaning, she hoped she had sloughed off enough weight for the tom to manage.

ooc; dont mind me casually trying to make up for not developing character in all the other places i just havent posted ;;

[Brookclover]

She thought she would have been more devastated, with the loss of her kits and all. But just as her body had seemed to physically sigh in relief as it was no longer weighed down with the ailment of pregnancy, the she-cat had a similar reaction. There had been something haunting about the still frames of such little bundles. Brookclover had willed them to breathe, longed for them to grown and fight for Windclan, and yet that was a fleeting desire that had been replaced with simple acceptance. Cricketleap and Ryepelt would hunt with the stars. Giving her sons names had seemed to help heal over what might have become an easily picked apart scab. But both her and Finchbreeze had talked for night after night about what their kits would have been if not for the event that had befallen them. He had been her rock, now and always, and it seemed that in the midst of what could have been an earth-shattering tragedy, they had only grown closer.

And when he had been named deputy of the clan, replacing Swiftstep who had served under Brindlestar for as long as the pair of them had been alive, her voice was raw with honest pride. There was some covetousness buried within her chest and Finchbreeze likely knew it, with her absolute admiration for their great leader and her own desire to serve the clan like none other, but her love was beyond deserving of the role. Brookclover had made up her mind to continue to be one of the respected members of the clan and follow Finchbreeze as both a leader and mate. Although, it would be strange if he were still not following her half the time. That much had not changed. They were still inseparable, she still challenged and teased him and love him in a way incomparable to anything else. Together they grew through the ever-shifting circumstances.

When the flood had broken out, the she-cat had rushed to do what she could to prevent the weaker cats of the clan from being entrapped within the camp walls. Somehow within the chaos, she had lost sight of the pale orange and white coated tom. Panic might have seized another cat in such a moment but she trusted him. Time would reunite them. Her last conscious thought had been of him before the waves had overtaken her and the water choked her of any source of oxygen. Nothingness had embraced the warrior as her body was tossed relentlessly through the waves. It had battered and thrown her in the most ungracious manner before finally giving way to a gentle rocking that carried her still pelt to the shore. All the while her mind had conjured up images of Finchbreeze. Similar framed and pelted cats, those who matched that of she and her mate, wrestled in practice at her paws. All the while, ignorant to the toll taken on her physical being, Brookclover was content.

Finally, after such aimless drifting, her green eyes slowly flickered open as she was sloshed up against some debris that gathered along the shoreline. Immediately, the russet she-cat ears pricked and she floundered around for a split second before finding something akin to footing in the slurry of mud and mush. While the soreness of her limbs was nothing short of agonizing and stiff, Brookclover ignored the sensation and hauled herself towards a more drained area. To call it land would be a blatant dismissal of the truth. Half of it was soaked in water. Her nose wrinkled with disgust. Even in her mud-ridden state, the warrior had not lost her sense of pride. Besides, she was sick of water. Riverclan must really be enjoying themselves. Eyes crossed in disdain as she stared down the bridge of her nose. Only a memory of complaining about their defrosted camp not long before, Finchbreeze and Barleytuft each on a side caused her to find some amusement and spurred on a twitch of her whiskers.

A flurry of motion closer to land caused her gaze to snap up. Mud seemed to shift and rise right before her eyes. Quick deduction told her it was a cat. One inhalation of her keen nose hinted it was another Windclan cat. Still wary due to the many things that trifled with her natural senses at the moment, she pressed on through the muck with gritted teeth. As she grew closer, the body of the cat became more evident. It took a few moments but eventually, she was able to make out Elmslip. Realizing it was one of her clanmates made the situation more urgent and she strained forward to close the gap between them. There was such defeat in the way in which he lay, despite there being obvious breath flowing through his lungs. Something tugged at her heart and she dipped her head to embed her teeth in the three-legged tom's scruff. Making their way to the drier ground was an arduous task but one that she found herself satisfied in. This was what she was meant to do, "Come on, Mudpelt. We're not Shadowclan cats."
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[Sparkfrost]

A purr broke from the tom's throat as the she-cat began to groom him. If he could remember such moments as those with Finchstream, he would have immediately thought of that now. In what was another lifetime to the dilute calico, his adoptive mother had always battled against the untamable mess that was his coat, and his inability to care for it. Now, it was merely a soothing, albeit foreign sensation. But he was not put off by the moment. Sparkfrost simply paused to digest the fact that it was something he felt. Ever since leaving behind the shadow realm, things had become more complicated than black and white or even greyscaled. Everything had color. There was sensation, feeling, emotions, and the best yet, others to share all of that with. It was as if the unconscious mind had amplified his genuine curiosity and immense passion for life, even every event beyond his kithood had been lost.

What had once been written off as some wild dream had evolved into the concept that everything that was happening was very real, and very much so incomprehensible. No cat had explained the memory loss to him. The few cats he knew were those who had aided in his recovery and even their names flitted out of his mind as quickly as the flowing river. Each one seemed to have a place, but it was one that he could not put them in. It left him puzzled and lost in a certain sense. Perhaps he had always been that way to some degree. But Sparkfrost's nature was one that had not changed. Even before, his care for the borders was something fairly loose and at times only dictated by the necessity to care for and defend those he loved. With so little time to develop bonds with the clan whose blood ran through his veins, the tom was more than contented to ally himself with the nice cats he had just happened to wash ashore with. Berrykit, or rather Berrycloud, would likely appreciate them too.

"Nice to meet you both." He chimed, looking up at them with warm eyes. Both Skyclan cats towered over him. And for a moment he considered trying to get up to join them but any such movement seemed like too much impossible work. So he opted to stay for now. Despite the exhaustion that afflicted his muscles, the warrior felt like the swim had renewed some of the strength that had been lost from over a moon of being nest-ridden. Not that he understood the reasoning for his own affliction but he knew that walking had been a futile task thus far. Each stop was wobbly and required the shoulder of another cat for support. The inability to do things had become quite infuriating. But with the presence of other cats to keep him busy, it was less troublesome. At Amberdawn's suggestion, he shrugged and with an easy tone replied, "If you'd like. I don't really know many Riverclan cats."

Swanpaw blinked open her eyes, her world suddenly flooded with sensations her groggy mind could barely comprehend as she woke. The strongest amongst them would have to be the pain lancing down her side, with the second being the horrible stench of a thousand different pungent scents all crowding for attention. Attempting to swallow through the dry sensation of her parched throat, she tried to lift her head above the mucky ground beneath it. It barely moved, lifting only a claw-length or so before she could no longer maintain the effort.

Letting her eyes close again as her head lolled back onto the ground, she listened to the lapping of waves not far from where she was lying. All around her, pieces of driftwood piled in odd shapes obscured any hope of her seeing far down the beach, her exhausted frame too heavy to move. She could feel the muck coating her pelt, though she wasn't quite sure in her state of mind just how much of it was mud and how much would be blood when she could finally move her head to see. I hope the others are all right. Father needs to be there for the rest of the Clan.... Her mind drifted, and she slipped into a doze, the sensations dying gently away.

It was a while before her ears caught the irregular sound of speech, words rising and falling with the wind until they were loud enough to penetrate her consciousness. Ears twitching, she opened her eyes, weakly raising her head as she tried to pinpoint where it was coming from. Her whole body feeling numb and cold, she shifted her leaden limbs, dragging them underneath her until she was sitting up. They wobbled, threatening to collapse underneath her as she tried to hold them steady, and she blinked away the bleariness in them to see several familiar cats further down the beach. A wave of relief ran through her as she spotted her Clanmates Amberdawn and Sagepaw, and she attempted to wobble to her paws, a croak coming from her maw as she called out.

But her legs finally collapsed beneath her at the movement, and she fell awkwardly into a crouching position, her head reeling slightly from the sudden movement. I-I'm not sure if this is a good sign....

Elmskip let out a heavy sigh as he lay on his side in the mud, one eye cocked open. He was tempted to sleep right where he was but he was once again haunted by memories of his past. Memories of when he wandered the WindClan territory alone as a kit, fighting for survival while the rest of the Clan (presumably) forgot about his existence. The tortoiseshell tom was once again alone in a strange place and the resulting cloudy darkness in his head weighed on him like a bunch of rocks. Maybe that's why he didn't feel like getting up. He was lost, no one cared about him, for all he knew, his mentor and leader Brindlestar was dead. The rest of the Clan was dead. Maybe he was the only one left.

He kneaded his paws into the mud, coating his white toes in dirt. No one would mind if he laid there a while longer...His eyes closed and he fell into a restless sleep. The warrior awoke when something grabbed the scruff of his neck and pulled him to his feet. Immediately the scent of WindClan hit his nose through the mud smell and he let out a soft exclamation, tail lashing. He wasn't alone. One of the clouds covering his brain lifted and let a little sunshine in. Elmskip shifted his weight to get his paws under himself again, pulling out of Brookclover's teeth. After a moment of processing, he looked over at her with a newfound light in his green eyes. "Brookclover. Thank you. I...I needed that."

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"Nice to meet you too!" Sagepaw purred, his smile friendly and light. He hoped his natural enthusiasm was a beacon for others in their trying times. Although he didn't show it, he was worried too. How many other cats were here? How many had survived? Was his mother okay? Where was she? The apprentice blinked a couple times, pushing his negative thoughts away. There was no time for that! He needed to focus and be ready to help any injured cats the best he could. Thinking could be done later after everyone was okay. The tom settled himself down into a sitting position, gently prodding at Sparkfrost's shoulder, or rather, where he thought his shoulder was, with a paw.

"You can get up, you know! You don't have to keep laying there like a dead frog. Unless you want to, of course." A playful laugh bubbled up out of his throat as he curled his tail around his paws, the tip flicking back and forth. "The faster we can get moving, the faster we can get back to that other cat you found, Amberdawn. And then we can go find more cats and make a little group, and then we'll all become great friends and we'll all get home safely. Right guys?" He grinned. His thought process was rather childish but it never hurt to look on the bright side of things, especially when the going got tough.

A flicker of movement in his field of vision caught his eye. He raised his head, peering around. There was a moving shape farther down the beach but it was too far away for him to really make out any details. Sagepaw's bright smile faded as he squinted, shifting back up to his paws again to try and get a better view. There was a faint scent of SkyClan in the air but he wasn't sure if it was coming from Amberdawn or someone else.

"Hellooo?" he called, raising his voice. "Is someone there?"

At Amberdawn and Sagepaw's greeting, and her gentle grooming, the RiverClan tom seemed pleased and relaxed. She was still perplexed by how unaffected he seemed by the flood, but it was oddly soothing. She did her best to clear off the tom's thick coat, and then she heard Sparkfrost respond to her suggestion of meeting up with Littlestream, "If you'd like. I don't really know many RiverClan cats."

The golden medicine cat apprentice tipped her head at his comment, feeling even a bit more confused but not concerned. Perhaps he's not very social, she thought. Maybe he's like Sunpaw, but less aware of his Clanmates? RiverClan is pretty big after all...
Is it still?

The thought made Amberdawn nervous, but fortunately Sagepaw interrupted as he poked and nudged Sparkfrost, trying to help him to his paws. Quickly Amberdawn made her way to his other side, ready to support him if he did choose to stand. The friendly SkyClan apprentice was giggling as he suggested they would find other Clan cats and group up with them and all return home. Amberdawn wasn't so certain, but she smiled, uplifted by Sagepaw's optimism. It reminded her of Leafpaw, and she murmured absently, "I hope we find Leafpaw."

Sagepaw stood and stared curiously down the beach, and Amberdawn rose to her paws as well to follow his gaze. He called out, "Hellooo? Is someone there?" Now that he mentioned it, Amberdawn had heard an odd sound coming from that direction - had it been someone trying to call out? Amberdawn glanced at Sparkfrost, then asked, "Will you be alright staying here with Sagepaw for a moment? Take your time standing - if anything hurts or something feels wrong, tell Sagepaw and he'll tell me, okay?" The medicine cat apprentice looked at Sagepaw for acknowledgement, then turned and loped down the beach towards the odd shape, slipping and struggling awkwardly in muddy spots.

A small creamy silver tabby caught Amberdawn's eyes, and she recognized the poor apprentice's muddied and disoriented face immediately. "Swanpaw!" she called, and Amberdawn picked up her pace, closing the gap between them skillfully and racing to her Clanmate's side. "Oh, Swanpaw, you're alive, thank StarClan," she panted, pressing her clammy golden pelt against her friend's silver one. The apprentice was exhausted and freezing, and Amberdawn began grooming off mud and muck from Swanpaw's neck and shoulders. "Deep breaths, Swanpaw, it's going to be okay. Sagepaw is here, and we've found other cats too. I-I'll find herbs and we'll be okay."