Tʜᴇ Sυяνινιηg • A ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛs sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ • Opeɴ

(I have a friend over I wont be on today)

Jack stopped at Lily's body, "This is my sister. She died from this catastrophe. Will you help me bury her, and get along while we bury her?" he pleaded, his eyes changing from emotionless to sad. He stood protectively over Lily's body.
Stormstrike looked at Plumfeather's leg. "I think Plumfeather should help herself first. She needs her own strength if she is to help us do anything." She replied, looking at Plumfeather. Her shoulder was getting worse, but she played off as if it were fine, hoping not to worry anyone.

Ginger's brain worked on figuring out a possible solution. We could dig around her, maybe loosening the she-cat from under the tree... she thought. Her paws itched to help. "Wait," she said, finally voicing her ideas, "If we dig around her, the tree should be able to balance the weight of itself out enough to get her out." she mewed, hoping it would be an okay idea.

"Alright. Let's get a move on." Jack replied, pressing the dirt down. Goodbye Lily. Go see mom. He thought, leaving the site. Now let's go back to bein' alone. he added, leaping over a fence into a pasture.
Stormstrike padded over to Plumfeather. "Shall we move on?" she asked.

Ginger was finally making good progress. "Go go go go!" she rushed, paws moving faster and stronger. Not sure the tree will hold on much longer... she thought, persuading herself to move faster.

Jack sniffed around for prey. Storm must have chased the prey away... he thought, rolling his eyes and patting some grass down to take a nap.

Stormstrike nodded. "I used to collect herbs for medicine cats. There's some burdock root somewhere around here.." she muttered as she started hunting around for the burdock root. "Might be some poppy seeds.. If they haven't all been shaken away."

"I think there's some over in the pasture by the pond. We used to go there for those herbs since we never really could find any from our territory." Stormstrike confessed. She slowly started walking off. "Come on, it takes two to find two herbs quickly."

"Occasionally. If we couldn't find anything by the lake." she replied as she crawled under the wiry fence. "This way." she grumbled, trotting off towards the lake. "Don't let the cows step on you."
Hope some other cats are there. From OakClan. she thought, adding silent complaints to herself.

Ginger nodded happily. "What's your name?" she asked, her muscles tired. The rusty she-cat took a seat next to the tree. "And how did you get under there?" she added, hoping to get some answers as to why the forest looked so awful.

"I'm Rainpaw of Copseclan," The apprentice mewed, sitting down next to her. "I was hunting near the Oakclan borders when the ground started to shake, and the tree must have fallen on me," She explained, glancing around at the wreckage. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ginger. I'm a loner, I'm ten moons old, and I like to play." Ginger mewed in reply, rolling onto her back and pawing at the air. Her eyes were full of play at that sudden moment. "So what do you guys do around here for fun? Have catastrophes?"

- Redpaw -

Redpaw opened up his eyes, the area around him coming into focus. His head, which lay rested against some kind of hard material, pounded. For the last- well, StarClan knows how long it had been, he had been going in and out of consciousness. He lifted his head slowly, scanning his surroundings. He was in a small cave formed by large rocks, the entrance blocked by a tree. Thin beams of sunlight that escaped through the areas the tree didn't cover lit up the dusty floor. His memory was a bit fuzzy, but he remembered the ground shaking, thunder.. He had been trying to get to open ground, away from the trees that swayed and fell around him, but was forced to jump inside this small area to avoid being crushed. He was beginning to feel a numb pain on one side of his face, so he gently lifted a shaking paw to touch the area around his eye, pulling it back to find that it had been dyed a dark red. He must have scraped his face on the ground, and would have to wash it later. He pulled the only body part that hadn't escaped the falling tree, his hind leg, out from under it and slowly stood up, almost falling over as the blood rushed to his head. There was a small area at the top of the entrance that looked big enough for him to get through, and after a couple of moments, he found himself outside. Wincing as he limped, Redpaw looked around for any signs of life. Had the other's survived? What had happened?  What had they done to deserve this? He stopped. Had he heard voices? "H.. H-hello?" His throat was dry and sore.

(I'm just going to leave this here, it's too long oops)

"Well an apprentice is a cat training to be a warrior- a cat who hunts and fights to protect their clans territory. Moss ball is just a game that we play," Rainpaw explained with a purr, giving Amber an unimpressed glance. That mouse was an easy catch, and she could have hunted for the others. She turned her gaze back to Ginger, "There are four apprentices in Copseclan, the clan im apart of," she explained, suddenly stiffening when she heard a faint, familiar voice. "Redpaw?" She called out uncertainly, standing up on all four paws, hissing in pain as her left leg had pressure put on it.

- Redpaw -

He swore he heard a voice in response. He sped up, walking carefully in the direction of the sound with a slight limp, his head still pounding, until two shapes came into view. Thank StarClan, someone else is alive! One looked like they had the build of an OakClan warrior, and the other.. Was that a PeakClan cat..? He approached cautiously, staying a distance away from them. Surely he wouldn't have to worry about clan boundaries and rivalries at a time like this? " A-are you two clan cats...?" He asked quietly.

(Edit: I wasn't sure which one to reply to so I did the first one. Sorry ^^)