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[aero ❥]

It was in the gone. All of it. He hadn't realized his world had been so fragile. That his existence had depended so much on routine and familiarity. No matter what they said, Zephyrclan had gotten it the worst. The others had their trees, their bushes, their dens. Out on the open moor what did his clan have? They had the beating of relentless rain on their backs, the cold in their bones and the wind blowing right through them. Drowned even before the flood waters had come. What they'd had was hunger in their bellies, starving elders and mewling kits. Did they honestly believe they had it the worst? Try hunting in pouring rain you can't even see through - trying to find prey insane enough to brave the storms. Returning to your starving clan empty pawed because there was no prey insane enough. You couldn't scent, couldn't hear anything but the wind and pounding of the rain. So they'd sat there huddled together, trying to keep warm in the cold wetness while their hope had run dry.

The water just didn't disappear, no it collected. Before they knew it quiet streams were raging rivers, ravaging the hills of mud. And the lake, consuming their world. It was a particularly dreary day, the heavens dark and spiteful. The thunderous downpour had been coming all morning, all afternoon. No one heard it until it was right upon their low camp. The roar that put terror on every face. It crashed through the gorse, seeping into the dens burrowed into the earthy walls. Uprooted the constructed sanctuaries. All of a sudden the listless pace ramped up - screams and pelts flashing as felines ran. Runningfox had been in one of the earthy dens, the rain too much. He hated the wet now. Imagine the horror on his face when he felt the water wrap around his body, more and more seeping in. The water was cold, evil. It wanted him. He'd jumped to his paws, pressing his back against the wall recoiling from his dark pursuer. In moments the entire den floor was engulfed, the dirt turning to mud. Outside he could hear the screams. "GET THE ELDERS OUT, GET THEM OUT!" "WHERE IS ____PAW? WHERE IS MY SON?!" The den was filling fast. The frozen water swirled around his shaking legs. It was his nightmare. It was death come back to take him. This time he would drown. "Runningfox! Runningfox get out of there!!" Someone yowled, peering in for just a second before they ran. Run He pushed his way through the water that tried to hold him, dug his claws into the mud, which also tried to suck him down. Splashing out into the clearing - the mud that had collected on his coat was washed off by the rain. Water was coming from every direction, there was no escape.

"Come on! This way!" Havocstar's voice was like a beacon, the essence of life. (All he could see were the florescent lit faces of the twolegs, and the bucket, the damn bucket of foul metallic water.) A sudden wave knocked the tall tom down, face forced into the icy, greedy liquid. He could taste the lake water, it filled his nose, snatched his breath. His head broke the surface, gasping for air he choked, metallic water clogging his airways. He could hear the laughs of the merciless boys. But he could also hear Havocstar. He trashed towards the voice, blinded by fear his shock crippled him. It was Swiftrose who brushed up against him, who guided him to safety. For a moment he forgot about the chaos, and stared blankly at her. Impossible. You're dead. Mom you're dead. And it was impossible, so it wasn't his passed mother but Orioleflash who he realized looked like her. They had lived, by fate or luck. He looked behind him, yellow eyes watching the last of his home swallowed by his nightmare. Their flee to Vertigoclan was desperate, but the weather cleared and his clan were able to take a moment to let their new reality sink in. The moors were gone. Their home, was gone. Their lives, as they had known them to be, were gone. Everything was in the gone.

It was raining now, but this time he was safe. That's what I thought last time, too. And look how that turned out. He hadn't liked going to Vertigoclan, not a bit. He liked less the idea of joining the Tempestclan cats there, but no other option could have been picked. He was in their warrior den, curled up and sleepless. The looks he had gotten when he had first entered were murderous, but as time wore on the hostility faded to carelessness. Everyone was just trying to make it by. He had healed nicely since returning to the forest, all that haunted him now were his dreams and hunger. He had eaten better since they arrived, but that didn't mean his ribs didn't show through. He left the prey to the others - he knew he could get by on little to nothing. Hunger and he had become quite acquainted in the last couple moons, they knew almost everything about each other. The still-handsome pale tabby sighed, looking out into the rain. If Stormtrick were here. His heart ached for the tom, who like many others he cared about had passed in his absence. That left the tom nearly friendless, rather lonely. Orioleflash filled a large gap in his heart, but she could not be things she wasn't. That Runningfox needed to close himself.

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[/i] She thought, relief flooding through her. Stepping into the den completely, she ignored the sharp stares and low, grumbling comments, as she searched for her clanmate. She spotted him resting in a nest amongst two strange cats she did not know. Boldly, she made her way through the field of felines, and into the soft, warm embrace of the toms company. His look was sad and lonely; slightly distant. Hesitating as she came to a halt in front of him, she decided a quiet tom was what she really wanted. Although she herself was loud and annoying, she felt no need to gossip or talk at the moment. She would give the tom a chance with small talk, but he looked as tired as she did.

"Would you mind if I lay down here?" She asked quietly, careful to keep her voice low amongst the strange presence of other clanners. Flicking her tail as another she-cat nearly stomped it off, the silver tabby let her blue eyes wash over the tom. She hadn't known him well, but he was a quite respectable cat, from what she knew. He didn't have many friends, or so she had imagined, but she presumed he was nice. Or at least, tolerable. It was not as if it mattered, however. She would settle for just about anyone at the moment. Even her prickly denmate, Smudgepaw.

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[Dawn]

"One last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant so much more." Chaos. Arcticlight had always been a careful planner, one that thought ahead and prepared for every possible outcome. But there was no planning for a storm of this magnitude, a territory invaded by all clans, terror as thick in the air as sickness. As a medicine cat, she was carefully in tune with nature, even more so than the most elegant of hunters. She observed each and every feline and it was as though she felt their jumble of nerves and panic reflected by their wild looks and sorrowful cries. It pained her simply to be present, but she swallowed it because she was a healer, and she had been raised on nourishment of this vile sort. It was her job to care for her clan mates, to be sure that Verigoclan was safe at this time, to check up on Lilythorn and Jetfang to see how the former deputy's pregnancy was going. But hadn't her clan come out the best? They had their pine forest, for as long as it endured. And right now, none of Vertigoclan were in sight in the massive cluster- she didn't see clan to clan, only the eyes of many, flashing in unhappiness. The downy white feline waded through, cutting a makeshift path to her den. She was graceful, careful in the utmost not to tread upon anyone else. She thought she would make it to the circle of pines, encase herself there in the bark and do what she did best, prepare herbs. Think. Worry. But at the last moment her paws and eyes faltered, and she tumbled to the ground nearby a thin tom and a young she-cat that were speaking quietly. A little part of her paw screamed at the motion, but she shook it out and crouched down, green eyes full of concern. Zephyrclan, of course. But... they shouldn't be so thin. She half remembered a rabbit, brought to her not long ago, but left uneaten in her den. Arcticlight ignored the looks of all others and focused on the youngest of the two. "Are either of you hurt?" It was pouring down rain again and they were in position to get very wet. Yet she didn't think her den had yet become occupied, as obvious as it would've seemed; others had been mainly barred out in order to keep the precious herb supply safe. Now was not the time to be unaccommodating. "Do you want to come to my den? It's warm and dry, and mostly empty, I think. And I'm almost sure I've got some prey there that the two of you could share." She wasn't sure how well her offer of assistance would go over, but she was willing to try and help if she could. The suffering of others was bearable, tolerable, yes. Arcticlight had witnessed it many times before. But that didn't mean she wouldn't do all she was in power to do, regardless of clan affiliation. It felt right for once.

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[aero ❥]

With there so much in the gone, it was easy to bury something extraordinarily devastating, more so then his home being eroded or all the death that hung over his head. He was desperate to keep it out of his mind, to hide it like a dirty secret. Because if he thought about it for even just a minute too long, he could no longer bare to live. He had let the cat he loved most in his life go - Orioleflash was in the gone. He wasn't sure if that meant she was dead or barely alive or never coming back (or on her way.) but she wasn't with him. No one had seen her since their parting on the way to Vertigoclan. She'd told him she would be there, that she would catch up, to keep going without her. His weakness at the time had tricked him into thinking that it was okay to leave here there, in the water. Had Starclan wretched her from him like everything else too?

He lay motionless in the nest, but inside something stirred. He knew if he slept nothing but haunting dreams and wicked nightmares would fill the black - but he couldn't risk thinking about the beautiful calico. I'll just rest a bit, He thought, still smouldering eyes begging to close when a few sparse droplets hit his pelt; they felt like bombs going off, releasing icy explosions that made him shiver. He felt a wave of cold wash over him from the bee-brain who dared walk in here soaking wet, and had the nerve to settle near him. Glaring up angrily, he was met by a sweet, innocent face. His rage faltered, for it was Dovepaw."Would you mind if I lay down here?" She has courage for coming into the Warriors den. "Not at all." Runningfox smiled, flicking a tail towards the empty space. He didn't know her well, but she was of Zephyrclan, and a mundane face, so he welcomed her. "I'd enjoy the company." He meowed warmly, scooting slightly away. He didn't want the dampness to claim his pelt as well. He tried to keep his voice low, careful not to disturb any sleeping cats. He was about to say more to her when a pretty white cat clumsily fell near them, the warrior's attention quickly turning. He inhaled, but then found he didn't need to. He recognized Articlight as the Vertigoclan medicine cat.

"Are either of you hurt?" Typical concern for such a cat. Did they look like they were wounded? Runningfox forgot, he was bleeding from the mouth and eyes. And Dovepaw was cut in half. Of course they weren't hurt. Ignoring his vicious thoughts, Runningfox delivered with relative kindness. "I don't think so." He answered, glancing Dovepaw up and down. Looking back his yellow eyes clashed with her green, but it was a neutral exchange. He wasn't quite in a hostile mood. "Do you want to come to my den? It's warm and dry, and mostly empty, I think. And I'm almost sure I've got some prey there that the two of you could share." For a moment the pale tabby pulled back, as if gaining a full perspective of the white she-cat. Plenty of hungry cats that looked the same as them were among this insanity, but she had chosen to approach - fall rather - them. He shrugged internally. If it was dry, he was in. And the prey was just a bonus. "Well I'll go." He declared, slowly getting up on his stiff legs. He couldn't stand all the way up, he was too large. He looked down at Dovepaw. "What do you say?" He offered the apprentice a friendly smile.

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[/i] Dovepaw watched the female fawn after her own paws, gaining composure after only a moment. Her face seemed shadowed with worry and angst- perhaps she were a deputy? No, she was too young and her appearance was too gentle to be second rank. Still, she looked as if she were a cat in power- a medicine cat, perhaps? As her scent floated closer, Dovepaw could smell the plants swathing around her in a pitiful aroma. Yuhp, definitely a medicine cat. The silver feline conjured, wrinkling her nose slightly as the smell increased. Realizing the female was speaking to her, she cupped her ears from her head to listen, laying her eyes closed and breathing softly.

"Are either of you hurt?"[/i] She spoke softly, voice comforting like a nest of feathers. Prying one eye open, the apprentices body began to ache all over. Now that she mentioned injury, Dovepaw could feel her paw ache with the presence of a sharp bramble thorn. She could feel the pad oozing sticky puss, and swelling for protection. Feeling the prying eyes of Runningfox as he answered for the both of them, Dovepaw did not feel obligated to speak up about her injury. They may all be smooshed together as one, and this female may as well be a medicine cat; but special truce and duties or not- she was from a rival clan. Rule number one of forest survival: Do not let your enemies know your weakness. Insignificant, or not. Briefly wondering what smell, the apprentice tried to distinguish it.

Scents all mixed together in the tight, cramped space of the den, the female gave up as quickly as she had began. Who cares. The female was offering them a dry place and food. Ready to go, the female about stood up- momentarily forgetting she had not answered. Suddenly aware of the eyes of her clanmate and stranger, she ducked her head as she sat up slowly. "Yeah, I'm game." She replied lazily, the words rolling off the end of her tongue as they transformed into a yawn.

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[Dawn]

"One last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant so much more." "I don't think so." Arcticlight frowned when the tom answered for both himself and his companion, glancing at the apprentice as he did. She was not at ease with the situation, sensing that something was wrong whether it was said or not. Normally she wouldn't have backed down, and hidden her irritation and unrest. But it seemed that the wise thing to do was to get them to a safe location, her den, and then prod at them a bit more. At first she thought that the tom would refuse her, deny to accept her offer. But then he stood, and she noted his movements, inwardly checking for injuries, strains, anything. Since she had been alright with him speaking for her, Arcticlight guessed that the apprentice would also follow his lead in coming along. Sure enough, she seemed eager, and her motions were followed by the agreement of, "Yeah, I'm game." "Great," the white female mewed, careful not to put any of her feelings into her tone, but instead maintaining the even, calm pitch of a caretaker. "Follow me please, this way." Arcticlight was again cautious not to hurt anyone as she led the way out of the den, going slowly so as to allow the orange tom and blue-eyed she-cat to do the same kindness. The less chance there was of fighting or argument among the hastily settled clans, the better. Approaching her den, blissfully empty as ever, she ducked into the circle of fallen pines and allowed the shadiness inside to calm her. After the others had joined her, she did a fast assessment of their ages and then meowed, "I'm Arcticlight, as you may or may not know, Vertigoclan's only medicine cat. Pomegranatefur was my mentor. You can trust me to care for you and your clan mates- medicine cats may belong to certain clans, but our loyalties are to any that need our help." Her serious look broke into a nervous grin after speaking the words, and her green eyes quickly darted away from their faces, glinting genuinely. Doubtless, she would find them both critical of her speech. Trust was difficult to earn in times like these. "Anyway, you can have that if you like, it was caught recently by our warriors but you have greater need of it than I do." Her words were for both of them, followed by a nod in the direction of a moderately sized rabbit, covered in tawny fur. She assumed that from there on they would speak to each other and not her. So she simply shrugged and flopped down where she stood, wondering when hostility and distrust would kick in.

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[aero ❥]

If Runningfox had known of the thorn in the apprentice's paw, he surely would have alerted Arcticlight, but alas he had not the slightest knowledge of her pain. The wound wasn't bad enough to be scented from his distance, and the damp atmosphere gave him no edge. So when she replied with a lackadaisical "Yeah, I'm game." He held his breath and prepared to step out into the drizzling openness of the camp. Like gentle kisses the droplets met his pelt, sinking into the dry hair. Once he saw where the medicine cat was leading them he made a bee-line for the entrance, coming in behind her as a close second. He shook, trying to rid himself of the chill. It was a rather soothing place, the pines blocked out not only the rain but the sounds of many cats. And no one else was inside to disturb the quiet but them. After scoping out the den and making sure all was secure, he padded over to the rabbit, the sight making him cringe. He'd chased many rabbits on the moors such as this. Shaking his head, he bent swiftly and carried the kill back towards where Dovepaw was. Letting it drop between them he smiled again, encouraging her to take the first bite. He was still a gentleman, after all. Sitting, his long tail curled around him. "Thank you, Arcticlight. I most appreciate what you're doing for us." His handsome yellow gaze turned to her, spirit rather uplifted now that he knew her deeds had come from true kindness.

He turned away as if he were to say no more, but looked back and hesitated. "You're a good Medicine Cat. Pomegranatefur would be proud." It was his turn to express true kindness, and his heart went out for her, it really did. He had known the previous healer vaguely, and believed the cat would indeed approve of the white she-cat's choices. The life of a Medicine Cat was a strange one; it was a life of many secrets, of many regrets. It was a selfless choice only few could make, or would want to make. He dipped his head in respect before turning back to Dovepaw. The pretty she-cat could wait all day, for Runningfox wasn't hostile and certainly had no more reason to suspect her.

JUST A QUICK REPLY BEFORE PRACTICE YO. ARCTIC AND RUNNING SHOULD BECOME FRIENDS. :3

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