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((Erm... ummm... fire... floods... twolegs... ummm...))

((Surprise Shadowclan raid....earthquake....))

((the end of the world... camp blows up...))

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((Sorry for not replying...I have no idea how I didn't see this before. I'll just come up with soemthing random...it'll be fun.))

Rainstorm woke up with a pounding heart, the cries of kits and the shouts of warriors filling the air. She coughed, a deep, painful cough that wracked her chest, leaving her gasping for breath. It took her a moment to figure out what it was that was making it difficult to breath, but after a moments confusion, terrifying realization swept over her. Fire! The flames were so close, the were singing her whiskers. She stumbled back towards what she thought was the exit of the den, coughing wildly, her eyes stinging.

She heard cracking sounds, and she saw the roof began to cave in. Soon, she would be trapped, and she was too confused and panicked to think her way out in the seconds that were left. It so happened that she didn't have to. A heavy force rammed into her side, pushing her into the open. As the flaming den fell, she got a glimpe of a familiar face, its normal gruffness replaced by acceptance. A sob clawed at Rainstorm's thorat as she realized it was Mudnose.

(xD I just realized I was the one who forgot to reply.))

Silverclaw scented a whiff of smoke, but peered outside her den to find no flames, and went back to her nest.

Ooc:// Lol, that happens to me all the time.

"Fire!" Rainstorm croaked, her throat raw from smoke. "Everyone out!" Already, cats were beginning to stream out of the camp as their precious marsh-land territory was absorbed in flames. Her grieved eyes stared at where Mudnose lay, crushed by the fallen den. "No," she whispered, her mourning eyes lingering before running after the rest of her clan.

Tabbystar lead the clan out of camp. She leaped to ShadowClan territory- they needed to cross the river, and the nearest way.

Rainstorm scooped up a panicked kit in her mouth, the mother already struggling with two others. She shot Rainstorm a grateful look, prodding her frightened kits forward. "I'll take the kit," a senior warrior offered. She nodded, and passed the kit to him.

Free from the tiny burden, she moved to help support a limping elder across the river. It wasn't long before every cat was across, shaking and staring at their territory go up in flames.