New chapter! And I reveal how evil I am. Yup. You heard me. Anyway... *checks reviews page* Only like, three new reviews? Come on, you can do better than that.
Seedfall: Yes! Wait a second, did you say *in a squeak* evil?
Oh yush, I did. Wait, WHAT? Why in StarClan are you out of the story? The horror! It's fourth wall breaking! *dies*
Seedfall: *pokes Star* She's alive, don't worry. *glances at the fourth wall* It's broken alright. Meh. Who cares?
*stands up* Get out! *shoves Seedfall through the broken wall* And stay out *glues wall back together* Anyway, please read and review!
~ Chapter Twelve ~ RiverClan ~ Mistystar ~
A thin light filled the den, the only light available as the night slowly passed over the clan, over the rivers and the streams of the territory. A crescent moon hung high in the sky, offering the only light amongst the dark, star-less sky. It was the clouds. The thick, black clouds filled the sky as if completely replacing the normal stars. It had almost been a moon since they had last seen their warrior ancestors lighting up the night sky. When they would be back? No one knew. For now, the land around the lake was covered with water, more and more water. Streams flowed swiftly down to a swollen lake, flowing down even longer into the river. The newly-produced crashing, roaring waves that flowed like a river of lava flowing down a giant volcano. Silence, apart from the loud, stormy sounds as hard rain poured down onto the land, filling almost every last place with giant puddles of water. This was a real flood.
Suddenly, a piercing screech split the air, awaking Mistystar from her peaceful sleep with a start. She shook her fur, as she realized with horror the source of the scream - It was Minnowtail's. The dark gray-and-white queen who had moved into the nursery expecting Reedwhisker's kits a moon earlier, right as the rain began to show signs of a storm. She pricked her ears, alerted as she slowly padded over to the entrance to the den cautiously. Silvery drops of rain bucketed down from the black sky, and with ears held tight down on her head, she sprinted off across the shallow water-covered clearing of their camp, sending many large splashes of water out behind her like a wake that two-leg water monsters caused as they skimmed noisily across the water of the lake. But although no twolegs had come and threatened the clans this greenleaf, they had a much bigger problem to worry about - the flood.
Mistystar ducked her head, padding silently into the damp nursery. Her only surviving son, as well as Minnowtail's mate, Reedwhisker, lay beside the almost-black tabby-and-white she-cat, who lay panting as she began to kit.
"Where's Mothwing?" Reedwhisker demanded, worry filling his gaze as he looked at Mistystar with eyes wide as he strained to see Mistystar in the gloomy den.
"She's coming," Mistystar mewed, hoping to calm down her worried son as she remembered spotting the golden medicine cat while she sprinted from the leaders to den to the nursery. "Is Mosspelt and her kits awake?" She added quickly.
"We're awake." Mistystar recognized the old queens soft voice from a shadowed corner of the nursery. Two loud squeaks revealed the awoken state of Mosspelt's older kits.
The woven entrance behind Mistystar shook as Mothwing burst into the den, her jaws stuffed full of herbs. "I'm here! I heard Minnowtail's screech and I just knew it had to be the kits coming. Is she alright?"
"I don't know," Reedwhisker meowed quietly, licking Minnowtail's fluffed-up body with swift, rough movements. In response, the queen let out a low growl as she shuddered. A low ripple amongst the queens flank revealed the coming of the first kit, and she let out another loud, ear-piercing screech.
Leaving the other cats to do the work, Mistystar heard yet another extremely loud noise. But this wasn't Minnowtail's. Panic surged through her, and right as she eyed cautiously out of the den a colossal, tsunami-like wave crashed down over the clearing, waking every cat from sleep. She spotted Robinwing's small, tortoiseshell shape standing in the center of the clearing. "Over here!" Mistystar called out to the rare-coated tom, and he sprinted over and into the nursery.
Suddenly, Mistystar felt the den shake, as if it was a tree in a hurricane. Water ran out in front of the entrance, and within a heartbeat the den was afloat, flowing down the river and out, away from the camp they had known for moons. "The camp, we've lost it all." She whispered to herself with eyes widened at the amount of water. It looked like the whole of the sun-drown place had come to destroy their camp! "Is everyone alright?!" She yowled out of the den. In response, there where various yowls and calls from the warriors den and the elder's den. Luckily everyone knew of their emergency escape plan.
The three floating dens tossed and turned roughly as they where all swept down the harsh river, one after another. With Minnowtail's kitting going on right behind her in such unfavorable conditions, Mistystar was ready to sacrifice herself in order to save the tiny, helpless new-born kits.
To some relief, the rivers current pushed the dens of-track, into a much smaller and softer-flowing stream. Reeds stuck high out of the water next to the shore, and they knew what they had to do.
She gathered her breath, and ordered, "When the dens reach the reeds, leap out onto the shore!" She told her clans cats, her voice shaking almost in panic. Thunder roared above, but she held strong. She watched as the closest dens' cats leapt out of the den and onto the shore, sending the den shaking out behind them.
The next den neared the shore, and on order the cats in that den leapt out onto the shore, instinctively climbing up to the higher ground. Right before the nursery neared the shore, Mistystar turned to see Minnowtail's kitting done, and every cat up, each with a kit dangling from their jaws. Redkit and Dawnkit, Mosspelt's two older kits, where up and ready to make the jump for their lives. "Ready?" Mistystar asked them, and all the cats nodded. They where ready.
"I'll go first. Redkit and Dawnkit, you come right behind me. Then your four. Watch out for those kits you have there." She ordered. Her heart began to race, and she peered out the den.
All of a sudden, right as the nursery began to slow down amongst the reeds, she gathered all her strength, and jumped, gripping the shore as she landed and hauling herself up the slope. Redkit and Dawnkit leapt out behind her, and Mistystar helped the almost six-moon-old kits up to higher ground with the rest of the clan. Mistystar turned her attention back to the cats in the nursery. Mothwing leaps out next, followed by Robinwing. Just three more left. Each of them with a tiny kit hanging helplessly from their jaws, each one of them leapt. Mosspelt landed first, carrying a tiny dark gray-and-white tom kit. Reedwhisker next, grasping a body that looked exactly like a kit version of himself. Minnowtail next appeared at the entrance, leaping for safety. That was the whole clan.
"Okay, is everyone here?" Mistystar asked, the loud wind and rain plastering her fur down as she spoke up over the noisy storm. Cats began to make sure all of their friends where with them, but right as they thought that everyone was their, Minnowtail's yowl sounded out over every other cats.
"My she-kit isn't here! I must have left her in the nursery!"
Mistystar began to panic. The nursery floated further down the stream, away from the gathered cats. Straining to hear sounds of life, she caught a thin mew sound from the half-broken den. It was a kit!
But before Mistystar could say another word in order, Mothwing had already leapt into the stream. "I'll save her!" She yowled as the golden she-cat swam powerfully closer to the den. Hooking sharp silver-white claws into the willow-and-mud den, she snatched the pale kit from the den before swimming back towards the clan.
Minnowtail's eyes widened as the medicine cat swam back to shore, handing the kit to the queen. But before Mothwing could climb out onto the same safety with the rest of the clan, a sudden giant wave crashed down, sweeping Mothwing down the shore, threatening the younger cats life.
"NOOOO!" Robinwing's yowl pieced the air, and the loyal tortoiseshell tom leapt powerfully into the crashing stream, attempting to swim to save their medicine cat.
But it was too late.
With an extremely loud crash, the cruel water drained out the two cats crucial yowls for help, and they both went plummeting down to stream to their deaths. Two cats, a warrior and their very own medicine cat. Dead.
Two deaths in one chapter? Yes, I am just so evil like that. *nods* Read and review!
Seedfall: *breaks wall again* Yes, and I'm following all those other epic characters in other epic stories by breaking that wall like that. *nods*
You evil.