[ti]Open[/ti]In The Court of the Rat King Jul 18, 2019 1:23:42 GMT
Post by LupTacco on Jul 18, 2019 1:23:42 GMT
RootClan had settled in as well as they could ever hope to be by now. Relations might have been tense with the other clans, but that was the end of it- so far, no further war had broken out between the youngest of the clans and their new neighbors. Some optimistic cats might begin to think this was an ideal place to stay if their old home no longer existed. Those cats were about to receive a rude awakening- nothing free was ever easy in the wild.
Deep down, in the sealed-off tunnels that even the smallest cat couldn't reach into, a large nest of rats had finally exhausted their food stocks trying to wait out the cats living above their heads. They were in a panic, milling about in agitation and scratching at the pests in their fur. Eventually, a few larger rats separated, nosing each other and almost, if anyone had been observing, looking like they were talking. One reared up, before dashing into the crowd of rats below. There was a pause before it reached the edge of the crowd, and then- pandemonium. The rats streamed out of their nesting cave and down various tunnels, most jamming down a single broad one. Some of their tails tangled, various rats climbing over each other and running with the flow of the horde.
Brittlebark rested in the center of the camp, grooming his paws quietly and contemplating the shadows. They gave off... an uneasy feel. It almost felt as if there were more than he could see, each piling on the last until a horrid presence filled the room. The fur on his neck pricked as a cool breeze graced his back, carrying a whisper with it- stand.... and run. "Ancestors...?"Brittlebark furrowed his brows in confusion, obeying their first warning and standing, his ears pricked as he picked up on a low rumble. And then the squeaking. "RootClan! We have to go! Find Screechstar and Blackmoon!" The colorpoint tom spun around, yowling for anyone who was listening, before the harsh sound of cracking wood erupted from a quiet corner of the camp, and a wave of black fur tumbled in, filling up every space with hungry, angry rats. Their sharp teeth and claws hunted for anything to catch onto, demolishing the fresh-kill pile while others turned on the cats themselves- Brittlebark yelped as a rat slid into his leg and then sank its long teeth into his foreleg. Swatting it away and leaping towards the nursery, he knew he had to act fast; Claykit and Floatingcloud would need help.
The rats weren't just angry, though- their eyes were glazed over, and little specks hopped around between each. Diseased fleas followed their carriers around, taking the chance to hop onto unsuspecting clan cats.