Goldeneye was panting as he ran. This flooding was not expected! He was aching and covered with mud. He thought the clan would be safe! The deputy had clearly been wrong. He wanted to stop and breathe, as his lungs were screaming for him to stop, but he couldn't. They needed to get to high ground, and find shelter, as soon as possible. He didn't want to stay with Riverclan, but that may be the clan's only chance of survival.
How had this gone so wrong? Oh yeah...the storm. They should have waited for a calmer one, then Halestar could be here to help, and Golden wouldn't feel so alone. When it came to skirmishes like the ones you had at borders, he was fine, but commanding the whole clan during a flood? I guess that's what leaders have to deal with, he thought to himself, trying to shake some of the water out of his clumped fur, not succeeding at all, as more rain just turned it back into a mess.
"Shadowclan!" The deputy called out, trying to sound strong, but there was desperation oozing from the one word. As much as may have wanted to hide it, he was terrified. One kit had already died from the flood, and, as much as he didn't want to lose more, he knew it was going to happen. That didn't mean he wasn't going to try and prevent that. "Try to get to higher land!" he mewed, looking for anything that was not submerged in water. "Just as long as it isn't a tree!" he added quickly, his head darting back and forth for any acts that may need help