[ti]Open[/ti]Shake, Rattle, and Roll!

[Fireflake]

Twigpaw watched Muddytoed run with wide eyes, numbly hearing him advise her to do the same. She took a few moments, her brain in overdrive, trying to process the situation, then fell back on her most basic instinct. Not the one to survive, but the one to follow orders. That's what Cloverdapple had given her, wasn't it? The young she-cat ran then, but only over to her friend, to jump on top of the branches like Cloverdapple had said and throw her weight against one of the little boulders.

Pepperpaw squeaked with worry, her ears pinned to her head. She stood up shakily on her hind legs and helped to push against the same rock as Pansypaw and Twigpaw, albeit with less strength behind her paws. She'd only just started when she heard Martentooth. Desperately, the ginger apprentice looked to Pansypaw. She couldn’t- she wouldn’t leave Twistedbranch, would she..?
A deep breath rushed into her chest and she looked up with a flash of anger, ready to hiss at Martentooth for telling Pansypaw to go, but her sister, luckily, got there before her.

An appreciative look briefly flashed across her face before it switched to a determined frown. All around Pepperpaw, her clanmates were screeching and rocks were thudding down around camp, but one shaky voice cut through the clamor. "Don't you worry about me. Just save a squirrel for me."
Pepperpaw flattened her ears and pulled herself as softly as she could up beside Pansypaw and Twigpaw, where she could throw all of her might against the rock. "I'll save you every single squirrel I ever catch from now on once we get you out of this, Twistedbranch!"

Pepperpaw's fur bristled as she noticed the old tom's head drop. She jumped down and watched his eyes slowly close as well. Her own eyes widened in alarm and she grasped for his heartbeat once more. Her furry toes settled over a soft throb. Stay with us! Quickly, Pepperpaw returned to her place pushing the rocks, until she felt a shift. The mess began to give way.

[Broadwaykat]

Sandhawk was prepared to do anything to save her clan; including rescue it's most vulnerable - at that moment, that was Lilydawn and Finchtuft, but as she stood in the entrance way, that horrible rumble met her ears - and the rock slid down with frightneing speed. Against her own will, she stepped backwards; finding rocks tumbling just at her paws with a mighty screech.

It took her a moment to realize the screech had not, in fact, come from the tumbling stones.

"Lilydawn!" Their Medicine Cat was already so vulnerable; to see her form beneath the rocks, the horrible noise rising from her maw, almost stopped Sandhawk's heart. She lept forward this time, farther into the den, to try and budge the stones that had tumbled down and pinned Lilydawn's lower half.

An aftershock of stone rained down, bruising her shoulders, but Sandhawk squared herself against them and shoved. "Lilydawn - can you - let me - what can I do to help!?"

She suppressed the urge to grab the she-cat by the scruff and pull her like she was a kit - knowing that that may be as painful as it was insulting in their current situation. But it was a hard thing not to do.

---

Martentooth was determined to show his apprentice that he meant business - that the situation was dangerous, and they had to fight. But, of course; he was a little taken aback by her fierce disobedience. Maybe it was because he had never had any family to worry about in the clan; she was honestly the closest thing to it. To have her spit in his face in such a way made his fur prickle - but oddly at the same time gave him a grudging feeling of respect for her. 

"A lot of good that will do you if you're killed!" He snapped. "Twistedbranch is not my responsibility right now; you are - so I don't care if your sister wants to stay - but if you don't come now so help me I'll drag you out like a kit and not a warrior!"

---

With as much effort as the short she-cat could muster, Dustytuft pulled - wrenching her tail free, which now sported a new kink for her efforts that would never heal properly, besides a near blinding pain. She hissed momentarily, keeping it out from her body so she didn't accidentally touch it, and cried out again. 

"We'll meet by the creek? Help those who can't help themselves, but flee - quickly!" She realized that another voice should have been adding itself to her call, and momentarily panicked - where was Heronstar?

[noctemq]

Addersnap tumbled forward when the rock finally gave way and promptly tripped over Ospreyheart. His face was greeted with gravel, though he was quick to recover. He got back onto his feet, a visible charcoal-brown mark smeared across his usually pristine cheek. Alright, now they had to go! Addersnap approached and headbutted Ospreyheart in a symbol of relief before darting off by his side to escape the crashing earth right at their heels. They'd have time to celebrate being alive later, at some safer place. His running gait was odd as every smash behind him sent tremors though the ground, causing him to jump. They weren't done yet, and still had to depart with the others now that they were considerably behind. All Addersnap could feel was pure adrenaline as he resumed fleeing.

[pants]

Just like that, Addersnap was on his tail, rushing from the impending doom. Osprey gave a sigh of relief, seeing his friend running to meet him, despite his fall. Once the tom started to get a bit closer, Ospreyheart prepared to run. Addersnap didn't stop, but rather, headbutted him in the shoulder. The young warrior gave an oof and staggered a bit, quickly regaining his balance and following after the blue ticked tom.

The two bolted, escaping the rocks as they crushed anyone who might not have been so lucky. But there was still a ways to go before they could be completely safe. Ospreyheart darted, weaving between fallen rocks and other cats, his heart racing and breathing heavy. The tom had never ran so fast in his life, and he felt like his lungs were going to burst. But he had to keep running! They were almost there! Closer... Closer....

Theu finally reached the exit of the camp and Ospreyheart scrambled up the rocky path that lead to the forested area above. His paws would slip here and there, but the warrior would catch himself, grunting as he pushed himself up the rocky trail. Occasionally, he would swivel his head in panic, blue eyes looking for Addersnap. And once he had found the tom, Ospreyheart would continue his way up and out.

The pair would finally pull themselves out of danger, now in the safety of the trees. Ospreyheart was gasping for air, his legs shaking. He might have been a newer warrior, but boy, he didn't expect himself to be so unprepared. You would think after all that training, he would be able to outrun anything, no problem. The brown tom was slumped, his tail drooped onto the ground.

The tom looked up to Addersnap, smiling a bit, his breathing starting to normalize. His eyes then squinted and Ospreyheart furrowed his brows and lifted his paw, cuffing the blue tom over the ear. "I can't believe you were gonna chew my tail off!" The tom huffed, flicking his tail in mild annoyance. "You expect me to be a proper warrior without my tail! Great StarClan!" The brown warrior frowned a bit before stepping closer and touching his friend's shoulder with his nose, giving it a quick brush of his tongue. "Though... I am glad you're ok.. And I appreciate you saving me." Ospreyheart offered a slight smile. A tad awkward, but genuine, his blue eyes gleaming. 

"I also can't believe you fell over. What am I going to do with you? Now your fur's a mess! All that work for nothing!" Ospreyheart fussed, using his paw to brush off some of the dirt from the other tom's face before placing his paw down and looking back to the quarry. "Do you think everyone made it out?"

[gingersnapsdacat]

    Skipstone lifted her head slightly, allowing herself to look at Drizzlestone. In her fall, she had hit her head, which now caused her vision to go blurred, and she could feel the oncoming headache approaching. That furball better not have gotten hurt, she thought to herself. "A-Ah foxdung, Skipstone-” The calico she-cat tried to focus on him. "Let's get out of here." Instinctively, as Drizzlestone nudged beneath her, Skipstone was trying to stand herself up. She did not need someone carrying her out. But as she stood, the dizziness from bumping her head washed over her, coupled with the throbbing pain of her twisted paw, and she winced. In this time, Drizzlestone had nudged himself beneath her, bringing her up onto his shoulders. Like it or not, she had to be carried to safety.

    Still unconscious, the elderly tomcat did not move, or respond to the touch of his apprentice friend. It was completely up to them to get him out of here alive. With a final push from Pepperpaw, the rocks around Twistedbranch gave way, giving the other cats enough room to pull him out.
Pansypaw immedietly grabbed Twistedbranch’s scruff, pulling him away from the loosened debris. Now, she could finally relax, at least a little bit. She knew her sister would never have forgiven her if she had just left. But she still had her mentor to deal with.
“Fine. He’s out now, lets go.”
She walked after her mentor, allowing the others to help the old tomcat the rest of the way.

[Broadwaykat]

Martentooth was not used to being disobeyed – well, he wasn't used to being obeyed in the first place; he was far too young for it. But he wanted to desperately to be listening too that Pansypaw allowing his demands to through one ear and out the other irked him more than he could say.

“Fine, but next time...You need to learn. Killing yourself over some Elder is not worth it. One day none of you will be so lucky – mark my words.” Strangely stiff and cold, he turned tail and fled the rest of the way; hurt and anger stirring in his heart.

-

“Dear Starclan,” Sandhawk muttered a curse at finding their Medicine Cat laid so low. Already injured and at a disadvantage, it was clear she was in worse sorts – and she wasn't going to make it out of here on her own. She grabbed the cat by her scruff and pulled, preying she was just unconscious and would feel none of this, pulling as hard as she could in order to budge the rocks from around her.