River/Thunderclan RPG: The Flood

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Plot:

In her dream, Streamstar sat at the border between Thunderclan and Riverclan. She looked up and noticed that the sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen. She turned towards the river, hoping to find fish, but what she saw suprised her. In the reflection, the sky had become filled with clouds. She looked up, and realized that these clouds were growing bigger, and getting darker every moment. Then, she heard a voice, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. A storm is brewing, which will either tear you apart or bring you together. Rain began to pour and thunder boomed, and the next moment, Streamstar was awake in her nest.

A great storm is coming, and soon Riverclan will need the help of their allies. But what does Streamstar's prophecy mean, and will it affect the relations between Thunderclan and Riverclan?

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Scarlett/Snowstar and Streamstar hold the right to ban any member from this RPG for breaking these rules as they deem appropriate. Please make sure you abide by them.

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"Lets move them closer to the ledge where they are away from most of the rain and mud", she responded before scooping up a few more of the food from the fresh kill pile and lead the way over to a slight overhang near the base of the leaders den.

Completely unaware what was happening, Oakheart dipped his tail into the water and tried to lure so fish in. I love the feeling of the water He thought to himself as his eyes closed and he softly purred. Then a fish started to swim by and he dove in after it, coming out with a small fish in his mouth.

Torrentheart dipped his head and bolted off in direction of the dens. He clearly and loudly announced the situation to both audiences. When done, he walked in the middle of the camp. He spotted Silverlily and Ripplepaw heading up the bank with their supplies. Quickly, he scurried to them. "Silverlily, Ripplepaw," he meowed with a grin. His expressioned once again turned solemn as he tilted his head to the sky. It was getting darker... and darker.. and darker. He looked once again at the two young cats. "You guys should go hurry and fix up the nursery with those reeds. I'll go back down there and try to pick up just a little more for some other dens. I have to watch for the current patrol's return anyway," he meowed. He bounded off down the bank in the direction of the river.

Looking confused at the cat. Did he just call me Ripplepaw? He shakes it off and follows Featherstorm back to camp, still carrying the fish in his mouth. I wonder what is going on? He thought as he ran back to the den.

~ Oakheart, I was actually talking to Silverlily and Ripplepaw, sorry   Not the hunting patrol ~

~No problem ^w^ I guess we just pretend that it never happend~

~so many posts @.@ Nocte can godmod Ripplepaw btw~

"Thanks Torrentheart," Ripplepaw mumbled around the giant bundle of reeds making his jaw ache. A cool drop splashed onto his shoulder and slithered down his gray fur. "Mouse dung," he muttered, trotting faster. As the round bulk of the nursery came into view, Ripplepaw dropped his reeds gratefully onto a slab of stone. The smooth rock was already dappled with a few round darker water stains, he noticed with some alarm [it's raining as I type this lol]. A distant rumble caught the edge of Ripplepaw's hearing and he hurried to weave the first reed into a weak spot near the nursery entrance.

~Sorry, I've been sick O.O~

Shimmerpaw shivered as the rain poured down on her back. She shook the moisture off of her fur. She raced through the undergrowth as fast as her wet coat would allow. Once she stepped into the ThunderClan camp she shook herself and noticed cats buzzing about. Being the idiot cat she was she looked around and said. "What do I do now?" She asked nobody in particular, hoping for someone to aid her.

"Be careful, the river'll probably rise soon at this rate," Silverlily called, dropped her bundle for a moment. She watched Torrentheart disappear down the riverbank, then turned her head to glare at the sky resentfully. If only it started raining a little later. We could've finished getting the reeds. A raindrop almost splashed directly into her eyes and she flinched. Well then. The tabby warrior hurried after Reedpaw. The nursery was empty when she reached it; Streamstar must've told them to go for higher ground already. "Hurry," Silverlily meowed, setting to work at a gap in the back of the den.

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"Okay," Hazelshade mumbled. She followed Snowstar over to the leader's den and deposited the fresh-kill where she had dropped hers. For a moment, Hazelshade was tempted to stay here, where she was sheltered from the rain. ThunderClan cats generally didn't like to swim, but she particularly despised getting her fur wet in any circumstance-- rain or whatever. "Anything else to do?"

As Milkypaw trotted back to thunderclan from the forest to drop off the mouse in the fresh kill pile, she felt small droplets of rain start to lightly pat her coat. Oh no! It's already starting!Milkypaw's trot turned into a hurried scurry as she picked up every spare leaf and branch she could find, her small jaw reaching capacity, as she tried gather as many as she could while running as fast as she possibly could. After finally making it back to thunderclan, she looked for Snowstar. After minutes of looking in anxiousness, she finally spotted her. Milkypaw sprinted up to Snowstar, her mouth full of supplies and a mouse. She looked weary and tired.

"Come on! The storm is starting!" Blackstone yowled urgently. He looked at Oakheart with wide, panic-stricken eyes. The fear of being stranded on ThunderClan territory overwhelmed him and he turned and bolted towards the river. He wouldn't normally care if his fur got wet from the rain, but this was different. He whipped his head around to look at Sunningrocks, then threw himself into the river. He swam as fast as he could across, and when he reached land he stopped to recover stamina. He glanced towards Sunningrocks again, hoping ThunderClan were ok.

Shimmerpaw, being the small cat she was, was already covered in moisture. She shook the water once more. She watched Milkypaw drop off fresh-kill. "MIlkypaw?" She called, hoping the other she-cat would have heard her.

Featherstorm slipped into the water, quickly swimming across to the other side. The water rippled as raindrops hit the surface of the river, the patterns breaking as Featherstorm swam through them. She climbed up onto the other shore, and impatiently waited for Oakheart to cross, wanting to get back to camp as soon as possible.

Blackstone ran back to camp as fast as he could. On the way, he slipped in some wet mud and landed awkwardly on his leg. "Oww! Help, please! Anyone!" he yowled. He rolled onto his good leg and tried to get up. Pain shot up his sore leg. "Gah!" He fell down onto his good side, and gave up, hoping someone would find him. If they didn't... Well, he would die in his own territory, with the sky visible above him and the river rushing noisily in the background.

Torrentheart sniffed through the countless clumps of reeds by the riverbank, sniffing for supplies and trying to grab as many rocks and twigs and old reeds as possible. The rain was getting more severe by the second. He would have to go back soon. He felt the river rising, though not much - yet. With supplies spilling out of his strong jaws, he raced back up to camp, almost collapsing from exhaustion. He dropped the herbs at Ripplepaw's feet and nudged them forward. "It's not much, but I found some. The river's rising. I don't think anyone should go too far out of camp," he called over to Silverlily and Ripplepaw. "How's it going?"

Snowstar eyed over the Tortoiseshell. "I think that will do for now. We just have to wait out the storm." The snowy white she cat shook the water droplets from her pelt, making it look like she was surrounded in a mist for a fleeting heartbeat. " She looked up onto the ledge as though she could see the leaders den, even though it was obviously obscured from view. She looked around at the rest of the clan, who were now drenched in the camp.

She paused a minute when she saw Heatherpaw, who had clearly been full grown a few moons ago now. When Milkypaw had reached her she couldn't help but notice the same thing. Her apprentice, who had been so nervous when she began her warrior training had blossomed and was able to successfully and confidently go out of the camp on her own to gather food and supplies. She was certainly grown enough to be able to take care of herself and Snowstar couldn't help but be saddened by the fact that the first apprentice she had in moons was now grown and didn't need to be escorted or taught anymore.

When she saw Shimmerpaw, Snowstar made up her mind. It's time for these apprentices to have their warrior ceremonies. "Milkypaw, I'll give you, Shimmerpaw and Heatherpaw a minute to get cleaned up." She meowed trusting that Milkypaw would understand what she meant. She padded off toward the ledge that lead to her den and sat their ignoring the rain seeping into her pelt.

Silverlily looked up at Torrentheart when he spoke. She'd finished with the larger gaps, but the frame still needed some support, along with some other spots. Luckily, with the supplies he'd just gotten, the nursery could probably be finished, along with a little left over for the warriors' den. "Could you help? This could get finished faster." The silver tabby looked over at Ripplepaw and moved over to her apprentice so she could help him tug a reed through the interwoven brambles.

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Hazelshade shrugged and braced herself for the onslaught of rain on her fur as soon as she stepped out of the shelter of the ledge. As she scooted past Milkypaw, she overheard Snowstar's comment, but didn't quite grasp what was going to happen. She cast a puzzled look after the two, but didn't bother to stop and contemplate the meaning of life. The calico warrior was already soaked to the skin. She ducked into the warriors' den and huddled there under the bush, dripping and miserable.

Oakheart just smiled as he saw Featherstorm swim across the water. She isn't half bad, and she is sorta cute. He thought to himself before he dove into the water. He loved the quick swish feeling of the water splashing against his face. He paddled his paws over to the other side where Featherstorm was and crawled out of the water and gave her a single nod.

Milkypaw listened carefully to Snowstar. After she had finished and padded away to the ledge, Milkypaw sat silently rethinking the words that had just been spoken to her. Her ear twitched slightly as drops of rain drenched her white coat. After she quickly groomed her pelt and shook off the moisture gathered on her coat, she turned her head to Shimmerpaw and Heatherpaw to see if they had collected themselves.

(Sorry it's late)

Username: Flamepaw
Character's Name: Flamepaw
Clan/Rank: ThunderClan apprentice
Age (moons): 13 moons
Gender: female
Mate/Kits: nope
Mentor/Apprentice: Rogueblossom
Personality: feisty, sassy, nevers knows when to keep her mouth shut
Appearance/Picture: same as avatar pic

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Flamepaw woke up with a jolt. She heard raindrops outside. She was also the last apprentice to wake up. Ugh...slept in, she thought. Again. The ginger she-cat strolled out of the den. "Rogueblossom?" she called for her mentor.

Blackstone lay still in the mud. His leg hurt like crazy, and he was out in the middle of the territory, no medicine cats nearby to patch him up and help him to safety. He slowly opened his eyes and sighed. The rain felt heavy on his tired flank. The cold numbed his leg a little, but it was still very sore. He decided to take a look at the damage. It was a little bigger than normal which normally meant he had done something bad to it. His normally thick and oily pelt had given way to the rain, which had washed the rest of the oiliness away, leaving him shivering both with cold and with fear. He was drifting in and out of consciousness. All he could think about was joining his little sister in StarClan, but he was determined not to let that happen.

A fat drop hit Ripplepaw's eyes and he yelped involuntarily, blinking, then nodded thanks to his mentor for the help. Grabbing another thin, flexible plant, he pushed it urgently through the brambles at a weaker spot of the nursery. He continued stuffing the reinforcement material in the walls. The apprentice shivered, soaked through with cold. "Do we need any bracken?"

Maplestream's ear twitched and she got up with surprising agility. "I'm not deaf yet, Streamstar," she joked. She beckoned to her sister and darted out the elder's den, grumbling loudly about the rain just to annoy whoever might be listening. Might as well enjoy the moment before her joints reacted to the humidity.

Silverlily eyed the nursery for a moment, then shook her head. "It's okay for now I think. Even if we did need some bracken, it's too dangerous for anyone to wander out of camp now. We need to keep track of where everyone is." She cast an anxious glance down at the stream. Might as well... "Come on, Ripplepaw. I think we've done all we can. Let's find some shelter and check in with Streamstar to see if we need anything else to do." Her apprentice had started to shiver, and Silverlily didn't know how much more it would take for him to catch a cold.

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Brightshadow scowled at Maplestream, and paused, hesitating at the entrance of the elders' den. "The rain's freezing," she protested. "My poor old bones." The river hadn't even started rising yet. She was very tempted to stay in her warm nest until the threat of a flood was real.