Either Way, You Won't Be Going Thirsty [TC Weather Event] Dec 2, 2020 22:13:17 GMT -6 maxx likes this
Post by rain on Dec 2, 2020 22:13:17 GMT -6
"We need to get out."
If it wasn't for the uncomfortable dampness creeping into the roots of her skin, Sleetwing would have just turned entirely over and ignored the anxious tom. That was the one thing she had to get used to in a forceful sense. Mothfern reminded her of a worrying mother, always hyper aware or overly concerned with everything and anything. She was just lucky he wasn't too overbearing about it like a mother would.
So, with an uncomfortable sigh, Sleetwing rose her head, slow blinks greeting Mothfern's own wide orbs as they hovered over her urgently. Looks like he was already up. But her body urged other agendas. Did she even get a full night's rest? The heaviness in her bones was still spouting melodies from her dreams. That, and this..irritating wetness that gave her pelt a whole new dimension. Was this her imagination or was she sleeping in a creek right now?
That second dose of reality as her fur grew increasingly more drenched was what finally brought the tired tabby to her feet. More out of bodily instinct than clear mobile intention from her brain. The serious of the matter, though, did not register until she had already uttered the words, "Mothfern, did you pee yourself last night?“
It happened so fast. Sleetwing was speechless for once in her life as she followed the frantic movements of her white companion like a dance, keeping up with every rhythm and step. Although, unless Mothfern was panting as heavy as she was, their breathing had to be completely off. Sleetwing's mindset was prepared for anything but a life threatening event. Not that she was particularly prepared any other time in her life. But, just waking up was probably a new record of unpreparedness. And as she continued her escape, the dark liquid developing over her vision, a small thought entered her mind: were they really going to drown here?
Sleetwing's brother, of course, seemed to have other plans, her heart rising as she picked up scrapes of his voice desperately calling for their presence. What were weak and doubtful kicks turned into determined thrashing as she swam toward her sibling's beckons, forceful headbutts encouraging Mothfern along as water threatened her lungs. Bubbles filtered through the darkness as the pair continued to survive the liquid pinning them down.
Blazingstorm's calico flare was like the sun striking rays through the darkest storm clouds as mud and current devoured her vision as soon as the sight of her brother came. Sleetwing was quick to follow Mothfern toward the only salvation they knew, panic growing as she couldn't hear any yelling from Blazingstorm anymore. She wasn't sure if it was the roar of escaping water or not. It wasn't until she practically tripped over his draining body that she realized the damn tom had passed out trying to save them.
Sleetwing was silent as she fought to secure Blazingstorm's fading body onto her back, hooking claws into mud to desperately keep steady and not cause either one of them to be carried back into the depths of their collapsed dens. What an idiot! If he had to save them, do it right! It wasn't her to full on lecture her siblings, but he really could have died, losing consciousness at a time like this! Sleetwing dragged her now succumbed legs through currents of dense water, Blazingstorm's weight barely what she could handle. Half of her progress was pure determination and spirit alone. "Blazingstorm....please!" Was all Sleetwing could manage to beg as she struggled to pull them through the exit. The rest of her words were gurgling nonsense. Just keep going. So close.