[ti]Open[/ti]The Sky is Falling Everywhere

[KingHarry]

Rookheart, deputy of IvyClan, watched the ceremonies with pride. He cheered vigorously for Beanstrike as his former apprentice finally received her name. Owlstar was correct; she had grown into a good warrior. The tom liked to think that his training had influenced that a lot, but he also thought that the younger cat had always had talent. How could she not? She was an IvyClan cat!

He also cheered for Stoatstalk, and Stripekit and Dapplekit. Rookheart also spared a moment to be proud of his brother, Milkeyes, for receiving his first apprentice (though, when he glanced over to the blind warrior, he noticed that the cat seemed far from thrilled by the idea of mentoring). As the ceremony ended, he planned to go and congratulate Beanstrike in person before moving on to ask Owlstar if there were any tasks that she wished him to carry out, but, before he could do either, his leader's shout filled the camp. Hail! And big chunks of it by the look of it!

"Take cover!" Rookheart echoed. Instead of running for cover like the others, he rushed forward to help any cats that were less able to care for themselves - the young and disabled. He nudged a young apprentice in the direction of the apprentice den, instructed them to move fast, before making a beeline for Milkeyes.

His brother's lack of sight made rushing around hard. Yes, the snowy tom knew his way around camp, and yes, he could hear those around him, but the speed and panic that people were moving with was causing him to stumble and bump into others. "Milkeyes, I'm here," Rookheart said, pressing up against his brother and wrapping his tail around his back. "I'll help you. Come on."

"I don't need help, Rookheart," the other grumbled in return. Despite his words, he began to walk with his brother - the two keeping up a brisk pace as Rookheart guided the blind cat and prevented him from crashing into any other cat - ice crashing to the ground around them all the while.

As they neared the warrior den, a giant chunk of hail whizzed down from the sky and collided directly with Rookheart's head. The deputy collapsed instantly, crumpling to the ground without a sound. The hail's combined speed and size had been enough to knock him clean out before he had even known what was happening.

"Rookheart?" Milkeyes stopped. He'd felt his brother fall, and he carefully patted about with his paws to confirm that he was still down. What was happening? Rookheart wouldn't play a trick on him in a time like this! Something must have gone wrong!

"Rookheart! Where's a medicine cat? My brother needs help!"

[Mama]

Lilydawn's attention fell onto the first cat dragged in, a black and white apprentice named Cowpaw. There was a good gash in her head and a few mild ones along her flank, but she groomed away the ice and started to quickly chewed up a large batch of Burdock roots, since it was easier to find in the cold. She spat the mix onto a leaf, lapping it into the wound and then patching with cobwebs. The other spots could wait, as the next cat was already dragged in.

She did the same with Timberheart, about to move to the body wounds when a yowl echoed in the clearing. The deputy, Rookheart, a young warrior only a few moons older then her, had been struck and fallen. The voice of his brother, Milkeyes, called through the clearing and caused her to tumble out.

"Milkeyes, I need you to calm down!" She called through the chaos, bumping into his side to let him know she was there as she looked down to the black and white tom in the snow. "He's too big for me to grab, but we can work together. Can you drag him and follow my voice? We must work quickly!" The medicine apprentice quickly instructed, as ice smacked off her pelt disconfortingly.

[LupTacco]

As a din rose up in the camp, with the clattering stone-like sounds of the icy hail and the confused yelling and yowling of cats fleeing to shelter, Trufflepaw found himself locked in place. Should he be helping someone? Should he be helping himself? The young tom's mind wanted to do all of it at once, but he'd stalled out and was doing nothing but waiting to get hit with heavy stone-like ice chunks. He didn't even flinch back until a piece grazed by his nose, then let out a little yelp as a slightly larger one gave him a chilly sting in the shoulder. Whirling around, he barely registered the identity of the IvyClan deputy Rookheart as the tom's shove lifted his hind legs off the ground for just a moment but succeeded in sending him running forward for the apprentices' den, where he hoped his brother was safe and not knocked out. And his mother and father, were they okay?

He ducked his head down as he ran, but skidded to a halt just short of the den. "What are you doing!?" he heard Ripplepaw's soft voice hiss at him, but he was sure he'd heard someone call for help. Whirling around, he spotted the blind warrior Milkeyes, with Rookheart crumpled at his paws, a frighteningly large ice stone near his head. Trufflepaw whipped his head back to quickly shout for Ripplepaw to find either of their clan's healers before running over.

"I- I can help!" he explained breathlessly, latching onto the deputy's scruff the way he'd seen mothers carry their kits. Unfortunately, it seemed there was a reason he didn't see grown cats carry each other like that- the tom wasn't even extremely big for a warrior, but he was much heavier than the young tabby had expected. "Mph- neef thsom helf," the apprentice mumbled around a mouthful of fur, praying to StarClan another bit of hail like that one didn't have his name on it.

Meanwhile, Ripplepaw peeked her head out of the apprentices' den indignantly, watching with a mix of worry and annoyance as Trufflepaw ignored reason and ran off to try and carry a grown man. Sighing, she put as much wind into her paws as she could, running up to where the medicine cat apprentice and her friend were helping the two warriors out. Unsure of what to do, she hovered nearby nervously, eying all four of them.

[M'Lady]

Greengale had done this before. Darted around chaos to find those who needed help. It was the only thing he was good at, really, weaving in between danger and bringing others to safety. It was what he was named for. So when he saw his apprentice struggling with trying to help his uncle, the warrior swooped in to help. He danced around the falling chunks of ice, clearly inheriting the grace that had skipped his fathers generation in Owlstar's kin. He crouched besides his apprentice, his mouth heavy with the taste of oranges and fresh spring dew.

"Trufflepaw, help Milkeyes to safety instead. Be quick. We've got Rookheart." He told him softly, his voice just audible above the noise of the chaos. Then, without saying another word, the tom pushed his shoulder underneath the deputy where Truffle had lifted him up, hoisting the tom onto his back before casting his dusty golden green gaze upon Lilydawn. "Hurry to the medicine den, I've got him." By the stars, even in leafbare Uncle Rook was heavy. Greengale couldn't hold him for long, but if he was quick about it, they'd make it to the safety of the den without further injuries.

[LupTacco]

Trufflepaw jumped at the sudden voice near his ear, but the calmness of it seemed to radiate out towards him as well- it was his mentor, Greengale. With a brief dazed nod, he backed up and allowed the smokey grey tom to hoist Rookheart away. He watched him go for just a moment, before catching Ripplepaw in the corner of his eye, tossing his head back to summon her over. "Right, uh, Milkeyes, um- right, if you got hurt on our watch, Rookheart would skin us alive, so, just humor us and follow along, okay?" his clumsy explanation hopefully smoothed out well, trying not to directly imply that the white-furred tom needed help, but curb it into it being something that he was instead helping some apprentices with. Hoping it worked, he brushed his tail tip along the warrior's shoulder, nodding to Ripplepaw to take up a similar position on the warrior's other side. They were ready to guide the blind cat whenever he was.

[Cosima]

Beetleshade carefully watched the ceremony from beside her den when she saw an object whiz past the leader's head. It hit the wall behind her and made a loud noise, which shook Beetleshade to her feet. She immediately jumped into action, trying to guide cats to safety among the chaos of cats scrambling for cover.

Brooksong sat beside Olivenose in the crowd of cats, cheering on the newly appointed warriors and apprentices. Ravenstrike sat a few tail-lengths away, congratulating softly but not really paying attention. Within moments, chunks of ice were falling from the sky, wounding cats. "Everyone take cover!" Brooksong cried, nudging Olivenose towards safety. Ravenstrike was unsure of what to do at this point. Of course, her first instinct was, "screw everyone else, RUN," but her heart began to feel heavy. She couldn't seem to get her legs to move. It only took a moment for something large and cold to hit Brooksong's head, and she stumbled. It knocked her unconscious and she fell to the ground. Olivenose whipped around when she noticed the young warrior was no longer running beside her. "Brooksong!" She cried, running back to the spotted warrior. She was not moving, and Olivenose attempted to push her onto her feet. "Oh, please, get up! Brooksong!" Olivenose looked up and spotted Ravenstrike, struck by fear. "Please help us, Ravenstrike! Please!"

Ravenstrike stood in shock for a moment before racing over to the two warriors and attempted to help lift Brooksong. They sandwiched her between their sides and they shuffled into the nearest den. However, it may have been too late. There was a large gash on Brooksong's head above her eye and she was bleeding heavily. Olivenose panicked and cried out for Beetleshade or Lilydawn, but they were too far away from earshot. "I'm fine, I'm fine," Brooksong took deep breaths. Even severely wounded, she was as bratty as ever. Olivenose leaned in close to hear Brooksong's voice. "Hey, hey, you're going to be okay. You're doing great. Stay with us." Olivenose whispered, licking the warrior's wound. "Is everyone safe?" Brooksong looked up at Olivenose with glossy eyes. Olivenose looked outside of the den and saw that the storm was still raging on and several cats were injured. "Yes, yes, Brooksong. Everyone's safe now. You're safe." She smiled to reassure Brooksong, even though Olivenose herself knew she was lying.

"Do you think..." Brooksong's voice began to grow weaker. "Do you think Emberfoot is proud of me?" Olivenose's ears pinned to the back of her head. Emberfoot, Olivenose's mother and Ravenstrike's grand-mother, died many, many moons ago to red-cough. "Of course she is, Brooksong. She's always watching us from Starclan." Olivenose hummed. "A-and... Tawnystorm? Wildwing? Shadowgaze?"

"I'm sure they are too." Ravenstrike spoke up, moving to sit beside the warrior. It was very clear that Brooksong's strength was quickly leaving her. "We're all so very proud of you, Brooksong. You've got a quick temper, just like your siblings, but you've also got one of the biggest hearts I've ever seen." The calico warrior smiled at her mother's former apprentice. "You're a fine warrior. And you've got so much more love to give, I promise you."

Brooksong let out a forced, but soft chuckle. "You're right." She closed her eyes, and after a moment of silence, she was gone. The den felt colder than it had before. Ravenstrike leaned closer to Olivenose and embraced her aunt for the first time.

Beetleshade, after the clearing had began to empty out, noticed a clump of cats consisting of her two brothers, Rookheart and Milkeyes, Trufflepaw, Greengale, and Lilydawn. (and probably some others, I'm sorry if I missed you) "Everyone, into the medicine cat den! Lilydawn and I can help you from there!" Beetleshade assisted the others in leading the cats into her den as well as she could. "Lilydawn, stay here and treat the injured. I trust you to take care of my brothers. I'm going to check the camp to see if anyone if left outside." She then volunteered herself to check to see if there was any cats left outside in the clearing. "Hello?" She leaped to the left to dodge a ball of ice. "Is anyone still out here?" She quickly scanned the clearing and listened for any voices.

(( if no one else replies, she's going to run back into the medicine cat den and begin helping the wounded ))

[Broadwaykat]

As the pellets of ice continued to rain down on them, Dustytuft felt herself feel uncomfortably cold - and sore. One particularly nasty pelt stung the end of her nose, ripping apart the more delicate flesh there and causing her to smell a little bit of her own blood; the warm trickle metallic to the taste of her tongue when she tried in vain to lick it away.

"Alright then....in you two." She nudged the two kits at her paws faster, trying to get them into shelter. If they could hurt her, then who was telling what the poor kits would face if they remained out here any longer. "Do you need someone to pick you up?" She asked smartly, her voice thick thanks to her steadily streaming nose.

Across the camp, Martenpaw had found himself cowering beside a larger warrior as the ice fell around them; luckily avoiding to be hit with pieces no larger than his own claws; but he seemed to be frozen into inaction at that moment, looking up at the older cat with slightly wide eyes, declaring incongruous.

"I'm n-not scared you know! It's just cold, is all!"

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Mama

[Dragon]

Splashpaw smiled with relief when she heard Timberheart was alive. "Hank Sarclan" She sighed with relief. She turned her head and looked over Maplespring and when they said they were alright she smiled. I'm glad." At least she managed to do something good.

Ugh, why was she so dizzy. She tried to get to her paws to see if anyone else needed help out in the clearing but stumbled and collapsed onto the ground. Her right foreleg was hurting really bad as was the middle of her back. "Whyss getting dawk all a sudden?" Splashpaw didn't realize it wasn't getting dark but she was about to pass out from the pain of her injuries and blood loss. She looked around and shook her head which made her groan. Blackness swallowed her up as she passed out.