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Mudslide-
Loner-
Beast of Bounty-
A buff dirty brown Tom
Mud had been traveling through the kittypet place due to the unnatural heat when he smelt something familiar something he hoped to never have smelt again.He quickened his pace and looked up to the sky where there was fire smoke would follow and man was there smoke everywhere.Ge heard the cries of certain animals mostly cats but a few cry’s from uprights.He came across a house with the door open and a cat wait why weren’t they moving? He started to run this was bad real bad.But this may be a chance for opportunity specially to fill his pockets.when he was up the steps he moved carefully his bigger frame made it harder for him to squeeze into spaces.What the hells goin on why are you just standing there we need to move!”he said while trying to lead this kittypet to safety.
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Eaglepaw
Outsider
she/her | 10 moons
[Golden and white tuxedo tabby with green eyes and a heavily scarred face] Purrks: Dreamwalker, Herbal Knowledge T2
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Star ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Rushwater - @redshiftreign ]
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Being limited in her movement sucked. Though, Nathaniel's family visited her semi-frequently, and Rushwater was always around to entertain her. Eaglepaw had never known him to be very expressive--hell, she hadn't really known him at all due to him being missing for her entire childhood--but he seemed intent on keeping her spirits up. She had a suspicion that it helped him too.
Eaglepaw had been enjoying a quiet night outside of the den, watching the new members of their little... place, or whatever it was. She refused to interact with them, since they were also displaced RiverClan cats. She wanted to avoid RiverClan whenever possible. Her dream with Dusklion still haunted her, both positively and negatively.
It started slowly. The sky gradually changed color; from a deep blue to a sickly grey and orange. Eaglepaw watched it, brows furrowed in confusion. Was this a thing that happened in the Twoleg place? She had heard that the stars didn't come out as often, since StarClan was hiding from the Twolegs. But she had never seen this before. It took several heartbeats, but eventually Eaglepaw's large ears picked up a strange noise in the distance, coming from the many buildings that closed off one side of the green-space Nathaniel's healing den was in.
Beep. Beep. Beep. ... Beep. Beep. Beep.
Eaglepaw pushed herself unsteadily to her paws, putting limited weight on her injured front left leg. Now that she was moving out from under the wooden bridge over the stream, Eaglepaw could see just how light the sky had gotten, as though the sun was rising early. But the acrid, cloying scent that drifted over the park foretold danger. Eaglepaw had never seen fire before, nor smelled smoke. But it didn't take experience to know that something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The wailing from the Twoleg dens grew louder as more and more alarms went off, the fire licking up gasoline-painted walls and consuming the soft, dry insides of the apartments. Eaglepaw stared in horror at the dens, watching the flames climb higher and higher. Twolegs were running around, giant, bright red monsters with blinding lights screaming down the small Thunderpaths towards the dens. Eaglepaw shrank back as Twolegs raced by, wailing in unfamiliar tongues.
Then she saw the cats. Covered in soot and burns, they rushed for the bridge. Eaglepaw gasped, stumbling back a step before making a beeline for the den. She tore the blankets--that's what Nathaniel called them--from her nest, dragging them out onto the dry bank of the stream and laying them out. She cleared the den of the larger blankets, making room for Nathaniel to work while creating a broader space outside where they could accommodate more cats. She didn't dare touch his herb storage. She had been trhough this twice before. Crises, that is. She knew what to do.
Eaglepaw limped out of the den and up onto the bridge, taking a deep breath to steel herself against the pain coming. "OVER HERE!!" She cried, voice cracking from disuse over the last moon. "IT'S SAFE HERE!" Pain bloomed across her heavily-bandaged maw, and she gasped as stars sparkled in her vision. But she pushed past it. "UNDER THE BRIDGE!!"
Purpose. She had purpose now. And she wouldn't let it go to waste. She hadn't been able to follow her dream of becoming RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice, but she could help the kittypets and outsiders.
[ANYONE WHO NEEDS HEALING GATHER UNDER THE WOODEN BRIDGE. Eaglepaw will work with Nathaniel [ @Rani ] to heal anyone who needs it!]
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Ginger
Kittypet
Ginger had always been a restless kit. Though, obedient, her curiosity could not be contained so she often found herself silently stalking her home in the cover of darkness. Familiarising every nook and cranny a million times over until she'd discovered all the secrets that were to be found. But surely there was more to learn? Sleep was a challenge but evening was an adventure.
Small pawpads tapped softly against the wooden floors as the kitten explored the well known apartment. Peering around every corner with the hope to find something new. Weaving around the dozens of toys scattered about as to not wake her sister. Round blue eyes glowed as she chased shadows. Nothing more intresting to study this time, all she could do was revert back to her usual midnight wanders. But this was activity was growing a bit tedious.
Moonlight illuminated the russet kittypet as she quietly frolicked through her home. Pausing for a moment, she blinked inquisitively at a small flicker of fire drifting ominously through the light breeze that managed to find it's way into the apartment. What was this strange thing? Fascinated by the floating ember, Ginger idly reached out a slim paw to bat it, only to flinch back with a shocked hiss of pain. Tears threatened to spill as she gazed in horrified bewilderment at the burning red mark that scored her tender paws.
Breath quickening, an obscure change it her cozy home was suddenly made painfully obvious. The air was carrying wisps of smoke and the pale, cool shine of the moon was replaced by a sickly orange lustre. Uncannily similiar ginger fur bristled in panic at the danger promising sight. Feeble claws slid out for the first time as the kitten shakily turned her head in the direction of the plume. Flames had consumed the door already and were hungry for more.
A small gasp could be heard as snitten witnessed the uncaring blaze devour everything in it's path. Her whole world was being burned down in a psychedelic haze. Backing up in a hurried panic was one of the first things she did as flames roared and unnatural noises blared around her. It was spreading quicker than she could think. Choking on smoke and stumbling around blindly. Chaos was dominant, peace nonexistent. Sparks assulted her without mercy in a burning frenzy, clinging to her soft pelt as she tried desperately to ward them off.
Droplets of water dripped down her face but were futile in subdueing the heat that surronded her on all sides. Calm demeanour completely destroyed in this nightmare; Ginger's mind was in shambles. Shrieks of terror joined her own in chorus, belonging to Snowdrop who unfortunately was suffering this pain as well. Frantic pale blue orbs scanned in vain for her littermate. All she could hear was screams. How could this happen on such a peaceful night? Why was such torment forced upon the kittens? The answers were all unknown and would remain that way unless she survived.
The snitten's saviours arrived after what seemed like eternity. The fume disfigured sight Rhiannon was a beam of light among the raging inferno. Rasping sobs left the kitten's smoke damaged throat as she floundered towards her mother in anguish. Sinking into her snowy white fur upon contact. Sniffling and forcing out pained mews "Mama!" Everything hurt. Some stray embers still clung to her russet pelt as she wept. She was overwhelmed by this ongoing experience. All she wanted was tranquility and to be freed from this scorching pain.
He didn't have to wait too long before two cats approached him. He could feel the heat building behind him. Duck stared wide-eyed at the brown cat as he spoke. This cat was trying to lead him away! They didn't understand! He stayed firmly where he was, trying to ignore the pain in his pads. "I-I can't leave! My Twoleg! She's still in there!" His voice was cracking and wheezing. The effort it had taken to call over the sound mixed with the smoke he had inhaled was wearing it down.
He looked at both cats with large pleading green eyes. "We can't leave her! You have to help me save her!" He turned his head around, trying to go back inside to save her regardless of what the other two did. He yelped and stumbled back through his door (cat door). The fire had gotten closer than he had expected. It was almost completely engulfing the entrance of his house. He wracked his brain. There was a way to save Lily. There was. He would find it. He just had to think.
Crash! He yelped. It sounded like parts of his house were caving in. The thought, made tears begin to well up in the edges of his eyes. It really was all being destroyed. He shook his head. There was no time for that now! He turned back to the other cats. Panic was causing the fur along his back stand on in. "Th-that's ok! We-we don't have to go through the front! We can go in through the back!" He began to lead them to the back, but had to stop and grit his teeth. His pads were blazing with pain. "No...no!" He forced himself to take another step. He had to ignore it! He had to go on! He wouldn't leave her.
In the blazing oranges and reds that shocked through the black of soot Rhiannon was a ray of white light that broke through this painful veil. If only for a moment.
Unlike Nathaniel, a once clan cat familiar with danger and with the at least passing knowledge of how to survive hardship and wildfires Rhiannon was a lifelong kittypet. She knew nothing of devastation, of survival, and any effort to fight againt the blaze would be a risk only won with harsh sacrifice.
But above her lifestyle Rhiannon was a Mother.
The lynx point was more a snarling tiger then a house cat, bounding over a fallen burning beam with a single bound and cutting through opaque black smoke like the heat and soot didnt char her throat and the fire didnt singe her paws. None of it mattered, the molly could hear her kit in this darkened room and so would rip it apart to find Ginger.
"Just keep breathing darling, just keep making noises Im getting you out of here soon, you'll be alright my dove I just need you to keep fighting for me."
The words were constant as Rhiannon shoved open closets, overturned cushions and pushed up crumbling furniture trying to find her baby. She could hear Gingers whimpers and cries and begging and it made her frantic and desperate to find her, but the noises source was impossible to pinpoint over the crackling of the house burning down around the two and the shrill noises of the firetrucks nearby trying to dampen too many fires and the firealarms blaring.
It was too much, too much and Rhiannon could distantly feel the horrible spots of pain blooming along her white fur as she tore through the room to find her daughter. It was agonizing, worse then anything she'd ever felt before but it didnt matter, agony didnt matter, only her baby did.
Eventually Ginger was found, at the cusp of it being too late.
With a sickening snap things fell apart literally this time. A large bookcase, half destroyed as is and remaining upright by only the grace of the gods did not seem to hold it anymore as a piece fell.... Right toward Ginger.
Rhiannon moved without thinking.
The queen slammed into the thin burning wood, using all her momentum and weight to push it away even as she screamed, embers digging into her skin and searing her pelt, ripping and cutting as the wood crashed into the floor, a bare tails length away from the young molly. Rhiannon didnt want to know what she looked like as she turned to face her daughter, couldnt comprehend the state of the large throbbing patch on her shoulder she couldnt fully feel, but she imagined it was horrible.
It hardly mattered though, the queen could still move, could still her kitten out of this, and she could deal with the huge injury that'd no doubt change her life later. Dashing over despite the pain the kittypet queen grabbed Ginger by the scruff and carried her kitten away leaping over the cinder remains of their home and sprinting away from fire and ember to break out into the night air.
It was honestly not much less chaotic out here, twolegs and neighborhood cats dashing around both as the world ended, some of the humans trying to stop the blaze and others just weeping for what was lost. It was a loud riot of pain as the flames just kept spreading and so the molly didnt stop until she was on a nearby corner and had some space, finally putting down Ginger to look over the kitten.
"I- You, ok?" Rhiannons voice was wheezing and pained, smoke damage choking her from within and prompting a horrible hacking cough as adrenaline started to fade. Everything hurt and her chest was screaming but it didnt matter, it just didnt. "We're gonna wait for a bit.... Ya Pa- he's-.... Snowdrop-" How was she to say that Rhiannon just wasnt sure if Nathaniel was going to be able to get out with Gingers trapped littermate, that they might loose them tonight, be forced to move on alone if they didnt get out of the house soon. The molly couldnt, just couldnt and she slumped to the ground, still focused on checking Ginger for injuries and ignoring her own but desperate for a rest for her battered form.
This was all hell, but the molly would remain strong for her baby as long as she could manage it.
all the water in the world couldn't douse these flames.
smoke. casket smelled smoke. fire, flame, and smoke. it was a pungent, acrid scent, almost unfamiliar to him except the occasional sniff that had blown over from other forests or deep within twolegplace's tall fences and imposing buildings. caudesus place was safe, relatively from the more frightening things patrolling the twolegplace. monsters rarely roved here, and twolegs themselves were scarce and easy to avoid.
but smoke, smoke was new, and penetrated everything. it thickened, scorched the air and filled the sleuth's lungs. casket had been sitting in melancholic apathy had been watching two kits of nathaniel's, rowan and fog, when the smoke stung his lungs and he surged to his paws; protected by a wave of resolute calm. fire. fire meant death and pain. fire meant there were cats in danger-
oh stars.the kits. the kits! snowdrop and ginger were still at their twoleg home. nate and rhiannon were likely already on it, but he wasn't going to just sit on his ass and wait around to find out if they were okay.
"eagle!" rushwater, not casket, rushwater barked, voice hoarse and sharp and more urgent than it had been in moons. "watch rowan and fog, and. . . keep doing what you're doing. get everyone in who you can. if the fire comes through, it should scorch over, not under the bridge. there's so little brush and folliage down here." a brief pride flickered behind indigo eyes at his daughter's quick rise to action, but he tucked it away for later. he had to help out his found family.
his muscles stretched, joints popped, teeth gritted as he darted quickly along the path, stopping momentarily by the pond to douse himself in sopping water. anything would help stave off a flame, he supposed. anything to keep him from burning alive. if he could save at least something, at least someone, and make it back out, he'd have done well. turning, he leapt up the short rockface that lead up to the main road, paws hitting sun-hot asphalt. the acrid smell of gasoline hit his nose like a truck, alarms blaring and making his head spin. focus, sleuth, focus. dig your claws in. wrenching his claws momentarily in the asphalt, the pain a sharp reminder, he moved like a rolling river. unstoppable and unforgiving.
"this way! this way! go down, into the park! under the bridge or in the pond, the flames won't scorch where there isn't any fuel! c'mon! faster now, GO!" the blue-grey tabby called to any fleeing cats before steeling himself onwards.
he knew the path well by now, retreading old steps. hellfire rained down from buildings, flickering debris and embers littering the ground and streaming through the sky. if he didn't know better, he would have thought he'd be buried under all this flame and turned into a memory. but still, despite the heat, water dripped from his pelt and he pressed onwards.
all the water in the world couldn't douse these flames, he thought, praying silently for a rainstorm.
he wouldn't hold his breath on it, though. seconds passed, feeling like hours. a powerline, taken down by some stray debris had fallen across the street and was flickering with flame. he pressed himself low and flat, crawling underneath before springing forwards. their home was within reach. fire engulfed it, licking dangerously at everything.
it was then that he practically stumbled upon rhiannon and ginger, a horribly relieved breath escaping him. "oh thank the stars." he breathed, then pinpointed in on her stare fixated at the still-smoldering apartment.
don't be a hero. he warned himself, but his muscles were already wound up to spring. "you're hurt," he said briskly to rhiannon, though worry seeped in, "so is ginger, it looks. go. go to the bridge, eagle is there- she. . . she can heal, too, at least first aid. i'll make sure nate and snowdrop get out- or, i'll try, at least. but you can't wait around, the twoleg dens are liable to collapse like dry trees, and your wounds need immediate care-" he was talking too much. shaking his head and clearing his throat, "go, be safe. don't be a casualty, rhiannon."
rushwater paused for only a heartbeat before he plunged himself into the building and low, diving under the worst of the fire as he took note of the window to the balcony seemingly flame free- fresh plants took to flame much slower than the dry, flammable wood and drywall of the house. he reserved that thought for later.
[agatha kitty used to identify an escape route]
"NATHANIEL!" he roared, almost deafened by the crackling flames as he pushed himself sharply away, breaking free into a pocket of relatively unscathed building. it wouldn't last. he needed to find nate, and quick. he was not going to lose nathaniel this soon. he had just sunk his claws into the tom, just grown accustomed to him. he was not going to let him go. not without a fight. rhiannon needed him. ginger, rowan and fog needed him. rushwater needed him. most of the water from his pelt now dry, almost crisping at the ends, he snarled under his breath and looked for any disturbed ash. upon finding some clear skid marks in the debris, he followed until he broke through into the room with the healer and kit, an ember still flickering on his shoulder, disregarded.
"the balcony window. it's not one-hundred percent clear, but it's our best shot."
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Seastone
{ 21 moons | She/her }
Seastone was still worked up, happy to feel a kit on her fur. She then let out a little disappointed purr in protest of the kit being took away from her, she knew it was someone else's, and she knew she had basil. so she looked over at overwhelmed basil in the corner, so she called out to her. "Basil! over here, everything is ok." she said with a firm tail flick, beckoning basil to come to her. She didnt know most of these cats, so she was protective of basil because of how many cats there were, it probably got basil's anxiety all the way up to skyclan.
RAIDER This Ray of Sunshine
// Kittypet // He/Him // 17 Moons // Aro //
Act I, Scene I — The Flames
Raider lay on a windowsill, his Twolegs banging around inside his house, resting in the late afternoon sunshine. Everything was peaceful, and quiet. Everything was comfy, and Raider expected his dinner would be delivered in the porch in a little bit. Not that he enjoyed his dinner. The new crunchy pellets he got lately tasted a little bit like grass. Ray didn’t like the taste of grass. He liked peanut butter. yes. Peanut butter. What a yummy thing, that. Maybe He would get some!
WeeOOooOOh. WeeOOooOOh. Ray’s head snapped up. Siren? he sniffed the air. Smoke?! Raider stood up and bounded across his garden. He looked out over the neighborhood, and with alarm noticed gray mist rising from some houses not far down. Ray peered over into his friend Ramen Noodle’s house. No lights shone. “His house folk must have already noticed,” Raider said to himself, then OOP—he fell off the fence into Ramen’s garden. “Oof..” he grumbled, then stood up and OH—stared right into a blazing wall of flames.
Ray scrambled back from the blazing hydrangeas, panting with fear. His black, fluffy fur stood on end, and his wide paws got stuck in the tough dirt. Raider sprinted and flung himself into the next yard; Duck’s. More flames licked at the grass, and Ray screeched as a dog barked in the next garden. Ray squeezed under the fence and ran back towards his house—but two dogs took to his heels and chased Ray up a tree.
“Help! Help!” Ray yowled; the flames crackling around him. Embers flew into Raider’s eyes, and he started to shake with fear. He saw Annie, his favorite of his housefolk, the youngest, sprint into their monster. “Annie! Annie!” but she didn’t hear. Her parents gig in and shut the doors, and his housefolk rode their monster away.
The chaos around him was almost as tangible as the heat on his tongue. He felt his breathing become more rapid, blood pulsing in his ears, as everything seemed to cave in around him. He just wanted to shrink up into a ball and wait for everything to be over... No! Max forced himself to stand straighter, and tried to get his to lie flat. This is not how the forest warriors would act in a crisis. He took a breath, trying to steady himself. He, and the other cats hiding out here, were safe for the timebeing. He padded up to the opening and pushed his head out.
It seemed unlikely that the fire would come this far, at least for now. And as more and more of the Twolegs left with their kits, things were starting to quiet down. Now the loudest thing Max could hear was the roaring flame-
"Help! Help!"
Max's ears perked in alarm. Somecat was still trapped! He pelted out of his safe hiding spot without thinking and moved towards the voice. "Where are you?" He called out. He's been practically useless so far, but maybe this was a cat he could help.
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Seastone
{ 21 moons | She/her }
Seastone was still worked up, happy to feel a kit on her fur. She then let out a little disappointed purr in protest of the kit being took away from her, she knew it was someone else's, and she knew she had basil. so she looked over at overwhelmed basil in the corner, so she called out to her. "Basil! over here, everything is ok." she said with a firm tail flick, beckoning basil to come to her. She didnt know most of these cats, so she was protective of basil because of how many cats there were, it probably got basil's anxiety all the way up to skyclan.
"These are sunflowers. They're called that because they always face towards the sun. That's how I want to be like... someone who always sees the bright side of things."
Basil shuddered, eyes wide, confused. What was happening? Where was Smiley? He turned around, pausing quickly as Smiley was just right behind him. Now he really needed to figure out what was happening! Why were kitties panicking around him? He perked his ears, small little tail straining as he tried to look over to the horizon. He wasn't really ... successful.
"What's happening?"
Basil said in a low, squeaky voice. He was feeling kind of worried. Were the other kitties okay? He hoped so! He felt safe with Smiley, so he felt really, okay! Maybe if the other kitties got over here they'd be okay too? He rested on that thought while he waited for a response.
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DuskyMigai | Kittypet
[No purrks]
Dusky waited near the door. C'mon, that two legged cat should come back annyyy day now. Anyday. Why do they keep leaving him by himself in this large box everyday? And he was bored. Bored! Sniff sniff. Hey, what's that smell? That doesn't seem like a good sign. The small tom carefully rised up on his paws, he started to walk back and forth around the place. Smoke. It smelled like smoke. Fire. Fire!? What the hell!? He thought he was safe in here! He scittered through the floor, trying to seek somewhere he could hide. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire means bad. Fire means super bad. WHERE WAS IT?? After what only felt like aa second of realization, an ear-ripping beeping noise banged through the area. What does that MEAN?? HIS EARS! His two-leg!! But his two-leg!!
But he can't burn to death. NO. HE WILL NOT be turned into a roasted cat TODAY. OR EVER. He looked at the board of...SOMETHING. There! That's were his twolegs would disappear everyday in the morning! That's always where his twolegs would walk him through to get to the park!! But how. How did these tall beings open this...this thing?? He heard a familiar jiggling noise outside. GASP. Was that them?? They were coming back home?? Oh! They must be here to safe him! But wait a minute...
The tom scittered towards the block of solid thing (counter), jumping onto the thing with his jaws grabbing onto a weird metal circle (can). He didn't know why, but he always seen some food coming out of this. Plus, his twoleg would know what to do with it! Ah..now where was he..? Oh right..
FIRE!! SMOKE!!! He carefully leaped off the counter, and off he goes to scitter back towards where he was. His twoleg! They were there!! He's safed! He watched his twoleg yowl in panic. Don't worry, he would too. He didn't have time to react, feeling himself grabbed and lifted up. Oh god the smoke was worst out here! He watched his twoleg walking low to the ground. They were keeping them both from the toxic fumes! Smart move! Surely nothing would go wrong here- oh what in the jumping hares are those. STAIRS!?
But but..he never saw any of this! Weren't they going to go through those magical boxes that takes them to a different place when they go in(elevator)?? FIRE. The fire was probably getting closer. Those screeching noises. Gosh, it sounded like the end of the world at this point. C'mon twoleg, go!!! RAAH THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING TO SPEED UP THIS PROCESS!
He tried to let himself go from their grip, and eventually, he did end up back on his paws; dropping the metal thing he grabbed earlier. Watching it make even more noise as it rolls down the seemingly endless staircase wasn't helping. "C'MON, WE HAVE TO MAKE IT OUT" he yowled, walking down the stairs not far in front of his twoleg (not sure if that even helped but alright). Oh thank god, the seemingly endless flight of stairs end here. He turned his head and...oh god..THERE'S MORE OF THEM!? "WHY IS THERE SO MANY!?" He saw the can he dropped. Slightly roughed up but he still decided to pick it back up before walking along his twoleg
And that was when he noticed a few other twolegs walking downwards as well. Which turned out to be a curse cause the next thing he knew was his twoleg falling on the floor after that other guy (accidentally) shoved them. A hiss came out his throat. Wow. RUDE.
The stench of smoke was getting unbarable. He could feel the flames coming. Maybe it already engulfed his home in it's raging flames. That..that lovable giant foating box he and his twoleg lived in. Dusky never realized how much he loved it until now. He was going to die in here. OF ALL PLACES. He stood near his twoleg, watching as they slowly got up again. Okay, okay, calm down. This was all going to end soon. All going to be fine soon. Just- OH it's time for the two start walking again! Yea, the faster, the better. Only after what felt like ages was he and his owner managed to reach another door. But this one looked much different from the one back home. A door and...a few other people running out of it...
His eyes narrowed as they landed back on the twoleg that had pushed his. He let out a scoff. Or...as much of a scoff as he could. This can wasn't making it easy for him to let out any sound but at least he can still scowl it em'. If he could land his claws on him then he'll be happy. He didn't know where else to go. So he could really only follow his owner from here on out. Cough. So much debris. And fire- OH YEA HE CAN SEE THE FIRE CLEARLY NOW. Was hell upon them or something? This wasn't something normal
His paws continued to follow his owner's every move. There was other cats here in this area...other people too...so it...it must be safe, right? Right? The fire can't possible spread out here, right? This was..surely a safespot. But he could still feel his heart trying to leave his body. He watched his twoleg sloutched on the ground, breathing heavily. He walked close to his owner, sitting near them as they gently drop the can of food back on the ground. "We're..safe now...right..?" he can only hope so.
[Semi-Open? Eh, may or may not respond. I made this unnecessarily long when it's literally just Dusky and his owner going through the evacuation exit towards the safezone ]
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What the hell? APPARENTLY, some weak little kitty whiskers was basically immune to fire and took the kit before she could. What the... no time for that. The fire Scorched her fur, singed her paws, scraped her paws, hurt her nose. But she couldn't get out from here. Hungry flames blocked the way. All the ways. Except up. Jacking ferociously, she climbed up the scorching stairs, ignoring the pain. Her eyes stung horribly, and her pelt was covered in soot. But that didn't matter right now. She had to find a way to get out. Had to help the cats still in the building. Had to help. Her thin breaths couldn't stop her, it was like she was undaunted by anything around her. She just had to get up. Third floor. "Ay! Whose left in here! I'm here, let me hack help you!" Her rough and Scorched voice broke off in a chorus of coughs and hacks. But she wouldn't be helped. Wouldn't accept it. She was a lone wolf. She didn't need anyone. She was able to help herself. And others. Thay was it.
A yowl caught her attention. Her narrowed watery eyes flicked toward where the noise was coming from. A yowling. Limbs tense, she approached the stairs. The flaming stairs. Okay, uhm... preparing herself, Bayberry leaped onto the hot metal stair rail. She raced down, ignoring the searing pain. Toward a yard. But there was fire blocking her path. Oh, dear. What was she supposed to do? Panting hard now, Bayberry closed her eyes and managed by some miracle to jump to the side and ricochet around the flames, rolling in the grass until until halted beside the kittypet. Alright, uhm. Figure it out. "Oi! The names hack cough wheeze Bayberry! Trust me. I'll get you out." Her green eyes faced the burning fence. Approaching it, she shoved each post that wasn't on fire at the base. Nope. Nope. Nope. It moved! But moving it would cause the whole fence to fall... alright. Sucking in a breath, she turned to the cat. "slam into the fence. Go in front of me. The fence will fall, and you're too weak to deal with it, ya get me? So do as I say and you'll live."
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RAIDER
// Kittypet // He/Him // 17 Moons // “Ray”
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Raider heard a cat calling him—a voice—and his head shot up. The flames licking at his tree sparked and hissed as they began to eat the wood up—and up—and up— Ray called out, his voice strangled with fear. “H-help! Help me! Over h-here!” the hoarseness of his words surprised even him. Ray shook with the fear for his life. “H-hello?” Max! He heard several cat’s calling him. It was Max! The kittypet who lived just down the road! “Max?” another voice. “S-seastone!” His friends.
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