familiar threats

[starclan]

In the dark of the night, a storm breaks.

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The water rises quickly, leaping from the riverbanks and flowing into the reeds. It gnaws at whatever loose rubble it can find, pressing and pushing like a starved beast. As the thunder booms and lightning flashes, the river continues to swell, threatening to engulf the slumbering RiverClan camp.

A sudden storm triggers a flash flood, and RiverClan’s camp is at threat of being flooded. Take action, or fear being swept away in its fury.

[sharkstrike]

It was a crash of thunder that prompted Sharkstrike from his fragile sleep. His head snapped up, brow furrowed as he scanned the darkness, mind struggling to track down the source of the noise. It felt like days since he’d been able to find any sort of sleep. Yet, there he was, awake again.

With a grunt, the gray tom hauled himself to his paws, before stumbling out into the clearing, blinking blearily into the darkness of the night. Water immediately hit his face and his pelt, lightning skittering across the sky as a surprising light against the darkness.

Great, a storm. With his ears flat against his head, Sharkstrike sighed, stalking forward into the pouring rain toward the camp entrance. If he couldn’t get any sleep, at least he could stand guard by the entrance.

Yet, as he approached the edge of the camp, the wetness of his paws had Sharkstrike double taking, looking down. That was… more water that usually ended up by the camp entrance during a storm. Picking up the pace, he lopped through the shallow water and out the camp’s entrance.

A crack of thunder. A spark of lightning. A wave from the river crashing only a tail-length from the entrance.

Alarm flashed in the tom’s gaze as he stumbled backward. That was… a lot of water. He could tell the signs of a pending flood when he saw them. With a grunt, Sharkstrike threw himself back through the entrance, giving a loud yowl.

“Wake up! Everyone wake up! There’s a flood coming!” He yowled into the storm, darting for the warrior’s den. Shoving his head inside, he scanned for Hawthornsnake, all but charging with his front paws into her. “Wake up! There’s a flood coming! The water’s close to the camp entrance!” He meowed loudly.

@rose with @hawthorn / riverclan - sharkstrike raises the alert of the flood.