drowning in despair // {open}

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[/i] The word had become meaningless to the orange tabby tom that stalked through his campsite. The forest had flooded, and massive crowds of cats from the other clans had been pouring into his own territory ever since. The constant stream of new feline arrivals hadn't stopped since it began raining. Frankly, the thought of this irritated Flickerwind. This was his clan, his territory. He knew the other lands had been long since flooded and destroyed, but that was their problem, not his. It was not VertigoClan's fault if the others could not find food or shelter. Perhaps they should leave the forest. After all, they chose which territories they wanted long, long ago. Not as if anyone but StarClan could have foreseen the recent events, but it still was certainly not his clans problems.

Speaking of StarClan; he thought. Where were they? Had they not seen this coming? Or had they known it was happening, and decided not to warn them? Had they been too cowardly, and now they were hiding out of guilt? He doubt anyone could have seen this coming- even the mighty cats themselves. The rain began suddenly, and hadn't stopped since. For a brief moment, he mused the thought of kittypets, and how slightly envious he was of their dry coups. Not as if he would ever step foot inside one- no. Not even if he were being chased by a mighty badger. But he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as their ease of life and comfortable lifestyle.

Lurking in the shadows of a pine tree, the tom let his gaze slither from cat to cat- trying to recognize them and which clan they were from. Knowing that the leaders were in discussion, the orange warrior prayed to StarClan the madness would end soon. The new cats would not stop taking his clans food, although few did replenish it. They flooded his dens and camp, taking up every inch of possible space for themselves. Although it was their territory, his clan had been pushed back into the shadows of their territory, often forced to sleep in the back of dens, or even outside. The thoughts were angering- it was not their fault, so why should they suffer?

The tom wrinkled his nose as all the scents began to mash together. It was obvious from the apparent massive groups in the clearing, despite the constant downpour, that the clans had already begun to mingle together. It was forbidden for love, but friendships had been established over many gatherings, from apprentice to warrior, and so on. It was inevitable, and the ginger warrior knew so. Still, he couldn't help but feel strongly against the current happenings of the boundaries- they were becoming too easily blurred together. He knew most of his clanmates felt the same- although he could already smell some of them backing down on their word to stick to their own.

A dry spot finally under paw, the VertigoClan tom sat down gruffly in the shelter of a pine tree. Drops from the sky trickled down through the branches now and then, but he could live through it. His thick, fluffy pelt was enough to keep him warm and dry throughout the harshest leaf-bares, let alone a rainstorm. Piercing gaze watching the cats interact in the center, he wrapped his tail neatly around his paws and hunched downward, scrunching closer into the shadows. With luck, no one would bother him, and he could wait this mess out until the leaders, made a decision as what was to be done. But what if they decided they should all live together? The thought terrified the tom. One can only hope against that. He thought soberly. One can only hope...

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