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This cat wakes up to find their den has been flooded! What's their reaction?
Min: 50 Words
Max: 500 words.

End Date: 14th August 23:59 BST

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[b]Prompt;;[/b]

Username:
ChicBoy1_
Cat Name:
Mudspots
Clan:
Gladeclan
Rank:
Warrior

Gender:
Female
Age:
22 Moons
Description:
A blue ticked tabby bicolour with copper eyes.
Other Features:
Scar on front paw.
Siblings:
None Living

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Dam: Foundation
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[Goner.]

Mark!

[SurgeFire]

res

[dolly]

Username;; dolly
Cat Name;; robinsun
Gender;; female
Age;; 47 moons
Clan;; jayclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;

Waking up in the mornings is always a roll of the dice when it comes to her den. See, she lives in a little tunnel system by the lake that, more often than not, floods. She’s always in one of the higher areas meaning chances are she won’t feel a thing, but today things seem to be going a tad differently.

What wakes her up actually is feeling cold water lap at her paws. Her eyes burst open at the freezing sensation causing her to jump to her feet. Her den is quite nearly flooded she finds from a quick scan of the area. It’s never quite gotten this high on the many moons she’s spent here.

Not wanting to take any chances, she decides on an exit strategy. The water is still relatively low to the tunnel ceiling meaning she can swim through without much trouble. She paddles through the water until she reaches the ramp like opening. It’s always a struggle back up, even more so when she’s soaked to the bone, but she manages to lift herself up and out. All in all, strange but not unheard of.

[persona]

Username;; persona
Cat Name;; Kyung
Gender;; Male
Age;; 2 years
Clan;; COGV
Rank;; Hunter

Prompt;; At first, Kyung would be extremely frustrated. If the den flooded it means the water dam isn't deep enough and the hunters will have to dig them out even deeper, and it takes forever to do. He would get up, fur waterlogged, and prod anyone else awake to get them out of the water. He might hate 99% of the colony, but he won't leave them to wake up to a cold surprise. After that, Kyung would make himself take a breather for a minute to get over his emotions and deal with the situation tactfully. No one gains anything from an angry cat inserting himself into an issue that needs a clear head.

Then, he'd get over it. As simple as that. It's only one waterlogged den out of many more to come, and there's no reason to get mad over water. Kyung would go get the Alpha and let him take over the situation to get the water out, then go on with his day until the hunters are gathered to use the Water Moss to clear it out, and make a bigger moat.

[sforzando.]

Username;; vos.
Cat Name;; pinejump
Gender;; tom
Age;; 39 moons
Clan;; snowclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;; 358 words

"hello! is anyone there? c'mon guys, there can't be anyone there. we all got out in time."

"no, that can't be. we're missing someone. coldstar counted one less, he's trying to figure out who it is." both voices were muffled when pinejump awoke, stretched out on his back. he had yet to open his eyes, but he felt so warm and so comfortable that he didn't want to open his eyes.

there was a sigh, and then the first voice again, "hello!" she was more agitated this time.

"I'm here," he called back, but when he heard his voice, it sounded too muffled for anyone to hear but himself. he opened his eyes finally, and found black surrounding him. oh no. was he dead? panic fled through him, and he tried shooting to his paws, but he was confined to the position he was in. he felt his heart rate speed up, and with that, his breathing picked up.

"pinejump? is that you?" he tried nodding, though it wouldn't have helped.

"yes! where am I? am I dead?"

"no, mousebrain, you slept through a blizzard! the den is flooded with snow. we're gonna get you out." while her voice was lined with irritation, it was comforting to pinejump, who was starting to understand that he wasn't dead. or, at least not yet.

he unsheathed his claws and began trying to squirm through the den, creating a slight opening around his body, but not much. it was still dark. he still couldn't breathe.

then, ahead, he saw the dark lighten up slightly. "pinejump, can you see me yet?"

"I see light, is that enough?"

she mumbled something, and he heard the digging louder and faster, and the light grow brighter. and then she appeared through a small hole. he lifted his nose to it and took in a deep breath before he thrashed around, forcing himself to bring his paws to the hole and dig through it before he pushed himself out. he was welcomed by a few warriors, but he was too busy looking at the newly added snow around camp.

"did I really sleep through a blizzard?"

[Saltkinq]

Username;; Saltkinq
Cat Name;; Tsunamiwish
Gender;; Male
Age;; 30 moons
Clan;; The Clan of the Palms
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;; wip

[Yuroshi]

Mark

[denja]

big res,,,

[Placebo]

Username;; Placebo
Cat Name;; Fallowpaw --> Fallowdrip
Gender;; Male
Age;; 6 moons
Clan;; Floodclan
Rank;; Trainee (First Level)

Prompt;;

Fallowpaw woke to heat. And bodies. And being squished on all sides nononoNO— 

He burst out of the warrior’s den. His ears instantly flattened against his skull. He saw the line of warriors (and apprentices) make their way into the cooler insides of the den. He curled in on himself as he gave the passing cats the most put-out, sour face he could manage. Only a few spared him a second glance as they settled in for the night. The last day of celebrations was over, and no huffy little apprentice was going to stop them from getting some sleep. 

Bright, cheerful mews drifted over his mind as he tracked the flood of bodies into the once cool, quiet den. 

Why couldn’t they have returned from the celebrations the morning after, like they did a couple nights ago? He wanted some sleep! Away from all the hot bodies. Away from the feeling of being pressed tight. Too tight, all the time. 

Thunder rumbled above him, in time with his twitching tail. He might’ve adored being surrounded on all sides once upon a time (hell, it was like every Floodclan-born cat came into the world loving to kitten-pile), but those days were over. Now it just made him sick to his stomach, and it’s like no one even cared!— 

Oh, forget it. Fallowpaw was much too tired for this. He just wanted some sleep.

He slunk his way to the empty bushes and overhang of the apprentice’s den. 

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Sleep? Hah, that’s funny.

Fallowpaw woke yet again to the unsettling feeling of water trickling up his paws and legs. But the creeping shock of cold is what kicked him into high gear. 

His frustrated yowl reached the warrior’s den, despite the current downpour. As he ran out into even more frigid rain, it took no time at all for him to see the forms of two cats running to the now water-logged den. He recognized his petite mother, Mallowhop, and large-bodied Reedstorm. The two were quick to usher him into the closest, highest den in the clan— the nursery. His wet pelt clung to his skinny form in limp fronds.

Mallowhop’s eyes were ablaze with worry. Just the thought of being scolded for sleeping in a vulnerable den right before a rainstorm is what finally did him in. 

“Fallowpaw! What on earth were you thinking—”

“I just wanted to sleep!”

That shocked her into silence. Her usually timid, terribly agreeable son dissolved into tears. 

He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself in front of the caretakers, too. “And then, and then, everyone came back and they wouldn’t let me sle-sle-sleep and I don’t wanna be trapped on all sides, I just wanna sleep and be d-dry and not wet—”

His mother tried lapping away the fresh moisture coming to his face, but it just kept coming. “Shh, shh. Oh, no, baby.”

His jaw ached. Water flooded his vision.

The rain continued to pour.

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