shelter from the storm (open for rogue cats in old TC camp)

The sky was tearing itself apart.

Rose stumbled through the forest, barely able to breathe through the torrential rain. It had pierced even her thick pelt, soaking her to the skin, somehow colder than even the snow it ought to be. She was lost, hopelessly, horrendously lost, every scent mark and trail washed away by the downpour. Every time she opened her maw to gasp for air, cold cold water trickled down her throat. The only sound that could penetrate through the rain’s racket was the furious thunder, the Predator’s roars as it chased the Prey’s steps of lightning.

For a brief moment, the forest lit up with lightning, and Rose saw the gully a moment before she tumbled down it.

BOOM!

She scrambled to her paws, sodden fur still managing to stand on end at the sudden noise, mouth full of mud and water. It was impossible to tell where, exactly, she’d ended up after her scrambling fall, not with rain this thick, but Rose managed to make out the dark shape of some sort of cave in the gully wall. Heedless, for once, of what might be lurking inside, she bolted out of the rain, panting. If someone wanted to kick her out, well. This shelter might actually be worth fighting for.