Hallo, this is yet another challenge for the forum 'StreamClan, OakClan, and FernClan RPG Forum' :D
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"Flood!"
At first, that was just the words of the patrolling cats of Thunderclan. However, over time cats knew that word would become a reality. Once the dreadful word was shouted the cats began to scatter. Warriors leading the small apprentices out to high ground, for they knew not were to go. Queens grabbed their young kits by the scruff of their necks and sprinting off with the Warriors and apprentices. The leader gave them the orders to do so, and the leaders word goes.
The climb up the rocky hill was harsh, but it needed to be done if they wanted to survive. Once up on the hill the medicine cat treated the cats that had earned scrapes and cuts along the way, evidence of the tragedy that just occurred. Queens put their kits down, harshly warning them not do dread far from the group. Elders rested, thanking StarClan they still had enough energy in their frail bodies for the long trek there. The apprentices and Warriors just glanced at their leader, inwardly thanking their wise advice.
They managed to get to high ground without many casualties, however some cats were missing. The cats would be missed dearly, but everyone knew that at least one of their many would be lost. They looked down in horror at the forest. Fortunately, most trees were stable enough and kept rooted into the ground, but the smaller trees were uprooted and carries by the currents. Corpses of mice and other small rodents could be seen bobbing up and down, then sink under the harsh waves. They new that once this passed that they would have to start all over again. However, for the time being they had to worry about food, for they had plenty of water.
Word Count Not Counting The Authors Note: 295