Applewings16 wrote:Robin remembered the day so vividly, so precis. It almost felt like it was happening all over again, but he knew it wasn't. That day had been very windy, and rain had come very early in the morning. He had decided to send out only a few patrols, and had ordered that Violet was in camp the entire day. She argued endlessly, until we heard the deep, high pitched whistle.
"Robin!" A voice squeaked behind him. The wind had stopped, and he turned around in surprise. He saw the Violet was staring at something big and gray, tearing at the sky. What was it? The whistle-like sound continued. "Everyone!" He ordered. "Get into my den!" Robin's den was nicely sized, and much like a rabbit burrow. It, except the nursery and elders den, was the safest. The nursery was the widest, but not as deep, and the elders was normally sized, and pretty deep. Either way, he shoved his cats into the den, and climbed in after them.
The gray object continued to move, until it was right on top of them. "Put Violet in the deepest, and be prepared!" he shouted, but Robin doubt anyone could hear him. The roaring continued for a few seconds longer, and faded away. He climbed out, quickly followed by Deer, Rain, Ziva, and Violet. "What was that?" Deer asked, her fur fluffed up along her back. Ziva snorted. "That, Deer, was a tornado. One came through my old home once, and killed one of my fellow campmates." He stared in shock at Ziva, and Robin could tell no other cats believed her.
"Whatever it was, it hurt our home." Rain meowed. Now, Robin saw the damage around them. Tree's torn from the ground, dens flung across the hallow. The damage was incredible, and he couldn't stand to look any longer. But he knew they would recover, and he knew this would make them stronger. They would all grow into better cats from this.
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