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[Miss Tactical]

Stormwatcher raced out of the warriors den at Eveningstars call, instinctively looking for her kits, certainly they were all warriors, but even so a small portion of her still thought of them as kits at times. She spotted Irismoon making a bolt for the exit, and let a small sigh of relief that she was safe. Her ears swiveled back and forth as a familiar voice called for their mother. Jumping over burning twigs and leaves, the she-cat crawled low to the ground avoiding as much smoke as she could. Her dilute fur pressed up against the young warrior. ”Remember fire is strong, but not undefeatable. Focus and look!” Stormwatcher mewed. She noticed Mothhaze had appeared near by despite the two bickering often, they were almost always together.

She flicked her tail pointing to a hole in which her two kits could escape. ”Run head straight to MistClan I will be RIGHT behind you. Do not look back. At all! You hear me you run and get to safety!” She gave them a nudge towards the hole and watched Mothhaze take off her green eyes pierced into Badgerstrikes before curling her lip. ”RUN!!!” Stormwatcher didn’t wait to see if she listened before heading towards the medicine cats den looking for Palesun. She had to make sure all of her kits got out, even if it meant going to StarClan herself.

[TLDR Stormwatcher shows Badger and Moth a way out. Goes off running to look for her other kids ]



Redwing woke up, at Eveningstars call, being on dusk watch lately had certainly taken it’s toll. Immediately he scanned the clearing watching the cats run in all different directions. He coughed as dark smoke filled their camp quickly, the fire singing the tips of his fur he looked around scanning the area the first cat who came to his mind was Cherryhawk! Panic arose as he tried to see through the pillowing smoke, but to his dismay couldn’t see her. His eyes widened with horror as a flame ungulfed branch came crashing down trapping a cinnamon she-cat beneath it. ”Russetflame!!”

running forward, he grabbed the she-cat by the scruff trying to pull her from the heavy branch however, with a loud wail, the she-cat was soon engulfed, Redwing stepped back, eyes wide with horror as the hissing she-cat finally went limp, taking a step back he felt a huge lump in his throat, to see someone die…he winced slightly before taking a few steps back crawling towards the warriors den. ”C---Cherryhawk!!!!” He wailed. He needed to make sure she was safe, he didn’t want the same fate for her.

[TLDR] Redwing tries to rescue Russetflame but she has perished due to the fire, and is now looking for Cherryhawk]

Eveningstar watched as cats one by one began to exit the camp, he could see less movement as he crouched low avoided the smoke. Each time he took in a breath, it seemed his lungs burned. He would have to get out soon if he wanted to live another day. However still frozen paws, trembling movement caught his attention, it wouldn’t take long for the fire to block their exit. The warriors den appeared empty, he didn’t see any movement from the apprentices den either.

”Our only way out will be blocked soon, we need to leave!” He could feel the heat against his newish flesh wound, that would certainly leave a mark, he winced slightly as he could feel heat against his paw pads, his lungs burning, ”It’s getting hard to see so if you need help call out please let me know and I will get you out of here!” With only one decent eye, it certainly made things a challenge, but he refused to leave until all of his clan was out a live, and if that meant he went to StarClan, so be it.

[Mama]

Olivebloom 

Giving a nod for the smaller cat to get through the entrance, the curly feline waited for the kittens to be led out. However, a sudden crack caught her attention, and a sapling large enough to block the entrance threatened to trap the cats in the nursery. With a snarl, she braced herself and locked her claws into the ground while the tree slammed against her back.


"Hurry... Up! Trees are falling!" The young warrior snarled, trying to hold it back until everyone could get out. She could feel the fire burning her paws and back, and her teeth snapped around her tongue to try and keep her in place.


(Olivebloom keeps the entrance from getting blocked with a small tree/sapling, bit her lip and currently burning her back.)


Honeypaw 


Hearing a voice, the tom turned around suddenly. His gold eyes narrowed, claws sinking into the ground towards the insults. However... The fire seemed to be affecting him. He could feel his head go light and dizzy, breaths short and suffocated... Then, he tumbled to the ground with a solid thump.


{Honeypaw passes out from burns + smoke)


 

[GnawingOnIce]

The heat was unbearable.

From what he had heard, Tanglepaw thought Greenleaf was supposed to be fun, sun-filled days to play around. But, prey had become increasingly harder to find. The camp became drier and Tanglepaw found himself searching for shade constantly. And that was what he was doing right now. He lay in the shade of a tree with his belly exposed to the dusty air, tongue lying out the side of his mouth. There hadn’t been a time where he wished so terribly that he could drink from MistClan’s river.

Then, he smelled something strange. Something he had never smelled before. It stung his nostrils and tickled his lungs. He coughed abruptly, scrambling to sit up. He sniffed the air once more. What is that?

Cats shouted, he heard Eveningstar yell, “Fire!” he had heard stories of fire. It destroyed everything in its path. His clanmates ran past him, some carrying kits in their jaws and rushing every one out, out of the camp. He saw the fire begin to lick at the camp, panic rising up inside him. Tanglepaw turned tail and ran.

“Leafeyes! Honeypaw!” he called desperately for his family, tears beginning to sting at his eyes. “Tansysong!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, feeling a need to scream for her more so than his family.

As he was rushing out of the camp, he saw a figure fall limp. In the flames. He skidded to a halt and stared at the cat, recognizing him. Honeypaw! “Honeypaw! Get away from him!” he begged through sobs, running forward to Badgerstrike. A hiss rised up through the sobs and Tanglepaw felt something in him stir. Something he had felt before, a feeling he couldn’t place. Something told him to hurt Badgerstrike, kill her, even, to get through to Honeypaw. But he couldn’t do that! What was he thinking?!

He grabbed Honeypaw’s scruff and tried desperately to drag him to safety, feeling the heat of the flames bear down on him and begin to singe his fur.

Tags;; Mama, Broadwaykat; M'Lady, Ava (if you guys want to bring Tansy and Leaf in)
TLDR;; Tanglepaw flees camp but stops for Honeypaw, shouts at Badgerstrike, and tries to drag Honeypaw to safety with the fire beginning to singe his fur.

[Broadwaykat]

As the smoke threatened to choke her, and the heat licked at her pelt, Mottledfeather wanted nothing more than to curl in on herself and let the world shut her away. She had backed herself into a corner, literally - the heat close enough that she could feel the edges of her fur singe. But at the last moment when she had shut her eyes and prepared to curl in on herself, someone came to her rescue.

It might have been embarrassing for anyone else, to be a warrior and have to have the clan's deputy drag you out like a errant kit - but Mottledfeather didn't think like that. She didn't have time to thank Batstrike - it would have come out in a series of hacking coughs if she had tried anyways. Instead, for his thanks she took off running - out of the camp and in the direction of those others who were covered in soot and muck and - some shockingly enough - bits of flames and burnt fur and skin. 

She did not stop, instinctively springing over fallen trees there - feeling the heat on her back drawning her forward. At least, until, she barely made it overtop a fallen long, feeling the flames tickling against her belly but only landing with blackened, too-warm fur, when she noticed a body beneath it.

She thought at first she had come across the body of a clanmate, dead - but the figure wriggled furiously. Without thinking or caring who it was (it would turn out to be Ocelotjaw). Mottledfeather bent her head and tried to delicately as she could grab hold of the tom's ruff - adding her body strength to his in order to try and remove him from beneath the tree.

[TLDR - Mottledfeather is free of the fire thanks to Batstrike (Storm), but has stopped to try and free Ocelotjaw (pants)]

Funny, how a little thing, one single moment, could change so much. Despite the panic around Bloompaw, he was perfectly content to marvel at the fire; his eyes glowing wide even as the dangerous substance slowly consumed the thin flesh of his right ear and moved to sizzling the fur of his forehead and crawling down the side of his neck ever so steadily. A voice caught his attention though, whipping around fast enough that it somewhat snuffed the smoldering embers that had already done a fair bit of damage.

It was a cat he didn't really know that well - but they seemed mad. Bloompaw instinctively backed up closer to the back of the camp - and that was when a mighty crash caused him to jump. It wasn't the pain that finally spurred him onwards - but the fact that the camp was falling down around him!

The sun shower was destroying everything! It was dangerous. Although Bloompaw did not know to what extent it had hurt him just yet, or even any of his siblings for that matter, he could not deny what he saw with his own eyes. But the young tom did not run. Instead, he took in all he had missed - a slowly destroyed home, an odd smell in the air...and something that flickered grey and wispy and thick around them, making his chest feel tight and his eyes water until he was nearly squinting to see against the alternating gloom of the smoke and the brightness of the flames. 

His eyes locking on the bigger form as best he could, already practically missing most of his right ear and a good chunk out of his left, as well as several patches of grey and white fur burnt into angry red patches, he looked at her imploringly to explain - what was this? Why them?

He did his best to run - finally, but found his steps muddled and shaky at best - almost drunkenly stumbling as his body dealt with damage that his mind could not register.

[TLDR - Bloompaw smartens up thanks to Mantisclaw (Fireflake) and is doing his best to escape -but is in bad sorts and could use a paw]

Slightshrew did his best to try and remember how many kits were in the nursery - he knew a few were missing from his count, but hoped (oh, how he hoped) that their parents had gotten a hold of them and ran. He nudged a few frightened ones out in front of him, and had succeed, to the best of his knowledge in clearing the nursery - when the dangerous crackling noise started.

Scrawny as he was, he slipped out just as the branch came down over the entrance - trapping his tail momentarily in a way that was painful, but not altogether life-threatening. He quickly pulled it free and batted at it's end just in case a stray ember caught it, and turned - 

To find Olivebloom beneath the beam.

"I saw to everyone I could!" He told her, then...panic glinting in his good eye, bent down to try and help budge the beam up off her. "Once you're out...we'll all go. Grab a kit and head on!"

[TLDR - Slightshrew has cleared the nursery (at least he thinks he has - if you want to contradict him go ahead!) and is trying to help out Olivebloom (Mama) who's bolstering a fallen sapling - but he's not exactly the strongest cat. Feel free to help out!]

Stormwatcher apparently saw Badgerstrike before she saw her - but the moment her mother was against her, Badgerstrike felt safe again. Which was totally contradictory and stupid - seeing as they were still surrounded by flames and choking smoke for the time being. Her brother was there too. But for the time being - she was just glad to know that mother was alright.

Not to mention their was an unconscious, flaming cat at her side. As much as it hurt - and as much as her better judgement told her to just let Honeypaw go; he was a weirdo and a weakling anyways - she kicked dirt over the worst of the still smoldering patch - more so so she wouldn't burn her own paws when she tried to see if the tom was breathing or not. 

Of course - one of the weirdo's little brothers would choose that time to show up. As vicious as Tanglepaw may feel about her at that particular moment, the feeling was mutual - as the bigger cat glared right back at the smaller apprentice; her eyes narrowed both in vindictiveness and against the stinging smoke.

"Worry about saving your own tail!" She snapped at him. "If he's gone, he's gone." But she knew he wasn't...not yet, at least. Under the horrible burns there was still movement, the heaving of breath. Even if when she kicked at his side he was dead weight and didn't move.

"You wanna carry him - that's your problem." She looked between Tanglepaw, her brother...and finally her mother who was seemingly preoccupied in helping others after seemingly thinking they'd followed her advice and fled. Seeing her there made a small shock of regret go through her. 

Would Stormwatcher leave the tom? Was that un-warrior like? She hadn't been a warrior long enough to know.

[TLDR: Having found her mother, but now faced with an unconscious Honeypaw and an irate Tanglepaw, Badgerstrike's self-preservation is fighting with her dislike of the mute and what it's supposed to mean to be a warrior and help her clanmates. Maybe Mothsnarl'll help her decide? (Mama, GnawingOnIce, Miss Tactical)]

[Bumblebee]

Over the crackling of the flames and the panic, Volekit's cries seemed to have gone unnoticed. Now it was hard to breath as the smoke got thicker and thicker, clinging to his pelt and making his eyes water. It was hot too. So much screaming. Cries of pain and fear flooded the kit's ears and he couldn't think straight. Where was Darkstorm? And Bunnyblossom? "M..momma...."  His voice was weak and he coughed as soon as he got his word out. "Where did everyone go? Why can't I see? Why can't I breath? What happened?" He stumbled forward, trying to hear or see anyone, but his eyes stung and his chest hurt and everything was bright and dark and hot all at the same time. 

Then he saw a figure. Near the nursery? He couldn't tell anymore. He simply stumbled towards the blurry silhouette. He couldn't tell his left from his right or who he was heading towards. Safety? He hoped so. Starclan? It sounded scary but he would if it meant the pain would stop. Wait.... pain? When had his ear started hurting so much? With a startled yowl, he ran towards the cat. Starclan or not, his ear burned and he wanted help. "Hel... cough cough Help! cough"  He could barely speak through the pain in his throat and on his ear as this.. fire... seemed to chew on it, most likely caused by a spark nearby. Finally he was close enough to the other cat to see that it was a clanmate, though their name escaped him currently. "help" Was all he managed to squeak out before he dropped to the ground, too weak to move again. Fire, Volekit decided as pain swarmed his mind, was the worse thing that could possibly exist. 

[mewmehh]

The shrieks of terrified cats and the crack of the flames was merely background noise as the sound of blood thundered in Onionplume's ears. His heart was racing and fear-scent clung to his pelt, weighing him down like water. He deftly maneuvered around the spray of embers that shook loose from each splintering branch and shivering flame as he watched as his clanmates moved along on all sides out of camp.

Off to one side, Bellfeather's striking blue pelt could be seen streaking from the Nursery alongside Bunnyblossom and Slugpaw, dark scraps of fur swinging from their jaws as the pair of queen and apprentice were likely hauling out Darkstorm's litter. The pair of queens seemed to have it handled, so he opposed getting in their way by dashing over. However, a stray cry from the area told Onionplume that perhaps he was mistaken as the long tom soon found himself standing over a pitiful scrap of singed fur that was Volekit as the younger tom struggled to find his way after his mother. "I've got you," the tortoiseshell warrior chirped quickly before snapping the kit up by his scruff and tearing off after the queens.

[tldr- Onionplume has saved Volekit and flees camp after Bellfeather, Slugpaw, and Bunnyblossom with Bun's kits in tow.]

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”I can’t see!! I can’t s- errrk!!” The wet sound of blood splashed against the ground as the panicked cries of Hornstrike fill the air.

”Shut up! Stop talking and conserve your strength!!” Milkberry hissed as she and Darkstorm hustled to drag the younger tabby tom out of the burning wood. The pale queen felt her heart settle in the pit of her stomach, her word only sharp to hide the horror she felt; Hornstrike wasn’t looking well.

The young warrior had unfortunately been struck by a flaming, fallen branch as the three had found themselves amidst an inferno on their way back from a border patrol. The branch had smashed directly on top of Hornstrike and it took all Darkstorm and her own efforts to pull him out from behind it, but secretly, Milkberry wondered for a half second if they should have left him where he was. The tom was screaming his head off, all the while blood ooze from his mouth as his limp body was hoisted by the large black form of Darkstorm. Hornstrike appeared to be in shock- he couldn’t move a muscle, his eyes were glossed over and he claimed he couldn;t move. Milkberry feared that the tom wouldn’t make it much longer, but as a clanmate, he deserved to seem what little time remained for him with his clanmates.

She felt the fur along her spine stand up her thoughts quickly snapped to Eveningstar and Ruststripe for a brief moment. How would they react? Eveningstar was known to fly off the handle, not always masking his emotions very well, and Ruststripe was both the same and Milkberry’s personal best friend. Would she blame her for not being able to save her son? Milkberry was a reasonable cat, but she knew grief made cats think unreasonable thoughts. Casting a worried glance to Darkstorm, she saw his features drained and his eyes dull and forlorn. He, too, knew what was to come. Unable to speak with Hornstrike’s scruff in his jaws, Darkstorm instead remained silent and met his clanmate’s gaze, ignoring the frantic cries of Hornstrike.

”We need to get back fast,” Milkberry whispered hoarsely through the smoke. ”We’ve got to warn the clan!”

[tldr- Darkstorm and Milkberry are moving a fatally-wounded Hornstrike through Mothclan territory.]

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The stink of singed fur was a heavy taste on Rosewish’s tongue as she hissed and spat, racing out towards Mistclan’s border. ”How rank!! Blast it, Starclan!!” she cursed aloud before settling down by a small pool in Mistclan’s territory where a few cats had stopped to drink water and clear their burning throats. Tucking into the small pool, she lapped hastily at the water and snorted. Glancing around, she turned to speak to the cat nearest to her and groaned, ”What do you think Starclan’s trying to do? Kill us?!”

However, her conversation partner seemed less enthusiastic about talking; Wolfshade was the unlucky fellow stuck listening to Rosewish’s aimless moaning as he gingerly licked across a large burn across his upper foreleg and flank. His golden eyes were cold as they flicked to the red queen, though he made no effort to speak. Instead, it seemed his haggard appearance seemed to speak for him as he watched Rosewish’s angry expression soften with a quiet, ”Oh. Sorry…”

[tldr- Wolfshade and Rosewish have made it along with a few others to the Mistclan border; liquid time, so they haven;t abandoned anyone ^^’

That should be all of my characters handled except Carrotflower, if you still wanted to do something gingersnapsdacat ]

[Miss Tactical]

Eveningstar watched as remaining paws ran from camp, he made one last look in all the dens and noticed each one empty, his clan had gotten out. There would be wounds to treat…burns, his own flank clearly burnt he didn’t even feel it anymore. He watched as one last branch seemed to be hanging on, if it were to fall it would trap him. With quick paws he leaped forward through a small opening. His eyes scanned the distance seeing the meadow blazing, his territory gone. He winced slightly before turning his head, tail dropping to the ground as he headed towards MistClan territory, however when a familiar scent hit him he whipped his head around. In the distance, Milkberry and Darkstorm and…. HORNSTRIKE!” He didn’t think twice before running towards the three.

To his dismay he looked at his son, his own eyes glossing over. There was no way, even if all three made it to MistClan’s border that he would survive the ordeal simply just by looking at the toms wounds. ”I want you two, to head straight to the border and leave Hornstrike with me…you do not tell his mother you saw me you understand?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he stood over the tom, his tail brushing his flank softly, could Hornstrike feel him? Did he know he was here? He looked over his shoulder just for a moment making sure no eyes were on him.

”My Son, I know you are in pain, you probably cannot even hear me.” he mewed softly. He could hear the crackling off in the distance and knew if he didn’t leave soon he too would be overcome by this curse that had fallen over his clan. ”I do not want you to feel pain anymore my son you have proven yourself time and time again for me….I will see you again soon.” Eveningstar felt a lump form in his throat before gently taking his two front paws, one pressing on the toms nose, the other his mouth hoping that his son would drift to StarClan and not have to feel pain any longer. ”I love you son it’s okay now….I promise.” He whispered every so softly.

[[TLDR Eveningstar helps his son reach StarClan and more than likely followed the others to MistClans border afterwards]]

[pants]

Ocelotjaw, in the midst of his struggle, felt teeth clamp around his scruff and begin to pull him away from the flaming branch, embers sparking off the wood and landing on his pelt, singeing his fur. The fear continued to pulse through him and he yowled in pain, the flames dangerously close to his trapped leg. With a heave that matched the moment his rescuer's effort, Ocelotjaw used what strength he had to wrenched his leg free, the tom stumbling forward with an oof. The lilac tabby shifted himself back to his best standing stance, which wasn't much of one, as his hind legs were undoubtedly injured. He managed to sneak a glance at the leg that had been traped - its appearance distorted and burnt. The tom felt his stomach turn and he had to force himself not to stare at the horrendous sight. With a shaky breath, he looked to the clan mate that saved him - It was Moltedfeather.

"T-thank you." He murmured, his typical gruff tone still under his genuine thanks as he averted his gaze, obviously trying to set aside his pride to provide appreciation. The warrior then looked to Featherkit. The poor tom probably saw the whole thing. Ocelotjaw looked back to Moltedfeather. "Take the kit. I can make it from here." The tom promptly pleaded, using his front paws to drag himself across the forest floor, using his slightly less injured leg to aid his attempt in moving forward. While it was definitely proved to be a challenge, MistClan territory wasn't too much further. The tom huffed with determination whilst being fueled by fear. Ocelotjaw began his excruciating journey to safety, a grimace upon his spotted face as he dragged his injured legs away from the flames behind him, the fire's propellant becoming more scarce the closer it traveled to the border.

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tl:dr - Ocelotjaw frees his leg thanks to Moltedfeather and asks her to save Featherkit. He then limp/drags himself towards the MistClan border

Broadwaykat

[Storm]

Batstrike
MothClan | Deputy | Tom | 36 Moons | Heterosexual

Batstrike could feel his dark paw pads melting as he hurried across the camp.  The deputy was sweeping the area for anyone else confused and struggling in the smoke, his feet crossing embers and scattered brush.  His ears perked as Eveningstar called for everyone remaining to escape before it was too late.  With that the tom afforded himself one more glance around, he hadn't seen much of his family- not that he'd be able to spot them now anyway. He went to draw a breath, but was met with a harsh coughing fit.

The black tom strode towards Eveningstars call to the burning exit.  He nudged any other warriors who'd remained to help, his signal to them they'd done all they could do.  His short course pelt had escaped catching most of the fire, but as it closed in on him it curled in the heat.  Batstrike could smell the burnt fur, but it didn't stink nearly as bad as the swirling smoke and crisped flesh of his clanmates.  He sprung free from the thickest of the blaze and galloped off to MistClans borders.  He'd be careful to avoid any lagging flames or falling limbs, but also to keep his yellow eyes wide for his family and injured clanmates.  

As he neared the border he had grown accustomed to pushing, he finally caught up with some of the defeated MothClan.  Batstrike slowed as he reached a limping Ocelotjaw.  He gently brushed the tom as he slowed at the warriors injured side.  "Take it easy, we're almost there.  Lean on me," he offered in a damaged voice.

NOTES: Anyone feel free to say Bat nudged them to leave.  
TAGS: pants (Bat offered Ocelotjaw a shoulder to lean on for the final approach to MistClans borders)

[noctemq]

Cherryhawk’s flattened ears perked up at the sound of her name called in the distance. The voice was almost inaudible compared to the chaos surrounding the Mothclan camp. Where was it coming from? The she-cat flinched back as the embers grew closer to her and continued to move forward, glancing around for who called her. It was too dangerous to go back now, so she continued with some of the stragglers at the back of the group. Cherryhawk kept looking around, as if she’d recognize who voice that was. It felt like the smoke was clouding her mind; she knew that voice was one she should’ve recognized, but her thoughts felt cloudy and confused. There were a lot of cats that she cared about, and a lot that cared about her. The best thing she could do was follow along with the rest. Cherryhawk was towards the end of the survivor’s train and kept watch over those nearby to make sure they didn’t fall behind.