"It was a cold and blistery night…" Otterpelt's voice wrapped around the kits, making their eyes close. Soon, they were all asleep. He continued talking, and the images flowed into their minds.
Lightning crashed and the thunder rolled. The sky was black as night. Rain pelted down towards the ground, soaking everything in its path. "Come on! We must hurry," a tom yowled to his companions. "The storm is still brewing! It won't be long before we all drown!"
The tom and his traveling partners trudged through the knee-high water that drenched the earthy floor below.
A giant wave crashed down upon the cats, making them gargle down water. Their heads bobbed above the current, breaking through the surface. Their paws yearned for the wet dirt floor but it was no longer there.
"The water current is too strong! It carried us out to sea!" yowled the mate of the tom who first spoke.
"Swim! Swim to shore! Swim like you never swam before!" added another feline.
Their paws treaded through the water, waves crashed upon their heads, beckoning for them to join them beneath the surface.
Suddenly, the cat who first spoke, plunged under water.
"Rock!" Rock's mate screeched, plunging her head under water too.
Her blue eyes scanned through the murky water, searching for her lost partner. A wave crashed down upon her from above, and made her head bobble, and made her jaws part. She gargled, she began to choke. She began to drown.
"Stream!" a cat yowled above the drowning she-cat.
The tom dove, in hopes of rescuing his brother's mate. He grabbed her scruff, and struggled to get to the surface of the water.
He fought furiously against the current, the shores in his view.
"Tree," Rock choked, struggling to stay above the surface. "Thank you for saving Stream."
Tree nodded his head as best he could, without letting Stream's head bob underwater.
Soon enough, they felt the sand beneath their paws. Stream, Rock, and Tree all climbed onto the shore. "Meadow?" Tree managed to whisper, and soon enough a she-cat climbed out of the water and onto the shores as well.
"Good we're all here," Rock nodded.
"Wait - where's Marsh?" Meadow squeaked.
They all looked for Meadow's brother.
"I think he…" Stream hesitated, "drowned."
"Who drowned?" murmured a feline as he struggled to get onto the shores.
"Marsh!" Meadow yowled, and nearly killed her brother with all the lickings he was getting.
"That's enough," Marsh hissed. "I said that's enough!"
"I'm sorry," Meadow meowed, backing down.
"Good, your all alive," a tom said.
"Yes, of course we are, Tree," Stream rolled her eyes.
"I didn't say that," Tree murmured.
"Then who-?" Meadow suddenly got cut off.
"I said it!" a tom, his pelt was blue-grey, his blue eyes glittered fiercely.
"W-who are you?" Meadow squeaked.
"Bluestone," the tom meowed, his white patches looked like drifting clouds. "My name is Bluestone."
"Bluestone? What kind of name is that?" Rock hissed.
"How dare you talk to me that way?" the older tom screeched. "For your information, I used to be the deputy of a once great Clan! And all of you, shall get your own names soon."
"Ha ha ha!" Rock meowed sarcastically. "Your making me laugh!"
"Great StarClan - as other cats say," Bluestone rested one of his paws on his forehead.
"StarClan? What's that?" Stream meowed, raising her voice above the bickering toms.