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Post by Song on Mar 8, 2010 15:07:00 GMT -5
Cloudeyes gripped the branch with her claws, watching and hoping. Hoping that no one would fall in. Hoping no one would sink below the raging water as cold as death. She paused in her thoughts, to strain her ears and heard no cries. So far, so good. The flooded land made it only possible to stay in the trees, or else disappear forever in the water. She could only be here, able to give help. Or wait for StarClan to save them all.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Mar 8, 2010 19:33:03 GMT -5
ooc:Her name isn't official but I'm calling her Dewsong anyway. Technically she is still Dewpaw.
The water was rushing through the forest. Riverclan was most effected by these major changes among the clans. Low lands and rivers made it very difficult to travel when the water was speared out all over the land. She was quiet while jumping from tree to tree. The silver she-cat kept low to wards the water in order to ben in easier. Her silver pelt a bit wet from the light spray that came from the rushing water below. When was this madness going to end? she asked herself repeatedly. The she-cat believed strongly in Starclan, and knew they would help her and her clan get through this mess, much like how they had in the past. However, because of the extremes of the weather as of late, she found herself wondering if Starclan was being blocked or something. Sometimes the young warrior found herself doubting, but then scolded herself for thinking so. Starclan would see them through this even if it took some time. She was willing to wait.
Dewsong was her name, well known for her strong legs in the water, but even at times these waters proved to be too much and so, like many others she took to the trees to make travel easier. Her clear blue eyes scanned forward and spotted a cat not far from her. She drew closer recognizing the cat as one of her fellow comrades. "Cloudeyes, do you need assistance?" She asked in a sweet voice. Dewsong was a kind warrior, but if it came to it she was deadly in battle and swift like the warriors of the plans, Windclan. Concern shone in her eyes as she waited for the fellow she-cat to answer her call, for if she slipped she was ready to dive in after her clanmate.
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