Trapped Beneath Earth (open)

[muddy]

Sagepaw
( In the destroyed Territories)

Darkness. For days the darkness enveloped her eyes, so much it had felt like weeks. Each breath was pained, lungs filled with dust an debris. Every movement she feared would be her last. No a glimmer of light shone through her stone trap. For what seemed like a lifetime ago, she could have sworn to Starclan that she heard a mouse scuttling overhead. Her belly rumbled at the thought of a warm mouse, or a succulent rabbit. Why did she just not die like so many others... Was it that she did something wrong? Was Starclan punishing her? Fear gripped her frail heart at the sad thought of slowly starving to death, or even dying itself. Would it be painless, or excruciating.

Sagepaw wanted to scream for help, but she feared even her voice would let loose a rock to end her life. So she stayed, twisted in an awkward position, ears perked for any sound, something to let her know someone was out there. And as the day waned on, she slowly began to lose hope again, she said a silent prayer to starclan and closed her eyes, beginning to drift off into slumber, in hopes she would pass within her sweet dreams.

[Kovu]

The air outside was no cooler as the thrumming of pass signaled the approach of a heavy cat overhead. Hawktide was delirious with grief as he dug and dug and searched and searched. He had been like this for well on two days now and hadn't stopped to rest since. He had found many bodies hence but none with the lilac-clad scent of his beloved. Some part in the back of him mind registered the fact that Gingervoice was dead, he had even seen her become swallowed up by the earth itself, but could NOT; under ANY circumstances, quit looking.

As he sniffed right above a cat's head without realizing she were there, he repeated his vow in a low but powerful murmur, "They do not deserve to die. I'm coming to help...Make way, earth." and he would scratch and scrabble at the loose earth tentatively. When he found nothing, he moved a bit away and repeated. All this he did mindlessly, numb and feeling nonexistent. Until...he caught the faint whiff of...could it be...? Feline. He jerked and inhaled the scent more from the earth. His eyes jerked open wide and he began to scrabble a bit at the loose earth. His heart racing with adrenaline, fear and excitement.

[Sardonyx~]

Goldenpaw walked closely beside the large warrior he knew as his closest and bestest friend, Hailheart. His silver glance danced around the anger striken land around him, trees uprooted, ground unstable, everything just looked as if a large angry bear used a mighty claw to swipe his home angrily. Goldenpaw hated bears and often found them lurking in his nightmares. Shaking his head to and fro to rid himself of meaningless thoughts he reminded himself there were others potentially in danger and in need of himself.

Why had he decided to trail along? Perhaps it was becuase Hailheart was going, and otherwise because the other clans made him antsy. He was still on Clan watch but with the other warriors back to the group he could aford a little break with Hailheart. Often times he was like the annoying little shadow who belonged to Hailheart, and other times he was the take-charge cat of reed clan...although others merely saw him as a hilarious nusiance. This time; however, he stuck to Hailheart, daunted by the surroundings.

So far that day there was no successful finds. The world was quiet, no sign of life. Even the prey seemed too scared to return home. In the distance he saw another cat, digging madly at the earth. "Hailheart...whos that!!" he yowled, his fur standing on end, fearing it was a rogue.

[Firestar4ever]

[How about, Muddy, Kovu, Shiny, Me?]

Hailheart had gotten ready, his mind set on finding any cat in the rubble that hadn’t already been found. He couldn’t quite say that he was looking for the bodies of his parents. He wasn’t about ready to admit it to the least. Then Goldenpaw showed up. The tom always seemed to stake sticks into his heart. Repeatedly. He couldn’t quite say it was his fault at the least, as Brightstar only told him a few days before the quake. The little apprentice reminded him too much of their father, as he got his personality almost perfectly. And from since then, he had been pushed to rather see his brother. Hailheart enjoyed it a bit, enjoying the fact that he had a bit of surviving family. All the rest was toward him thinking of the cat being an annoying little bugger. But he knew he cared about him deep down inside that maybe would show up someday.

Snapping from his thoughts at Goldenpaw’s yowl, his eyes snapped open widely to stare at the so called rouge. Raising his maw, he caught a Clannish scent in the breeze. And a rather musky one mingling with it. “Goldenpaw, come on.” He snapped rather rudely, and pushed off forward, his body that was made for speed was showing off now. Getting there earlier than the apprentice, Hailheart climbed the mount of boulders. He looked over at Hawktide in interest before sticking his maw downwards. So this was the musky stench of a cat? His beating heart slowed, as he realized it was a alive she-cat, much younger than his mother. But he set to work, helping the tom begin to tear at the rocks. He still didn’t even know if Goldenpaw was behind him or not.

[muddy]

A bit of dirt fell onto Sagepaw's nose causing her to sneeze. She shook her head and opened her eyes to still darkness, but above her she could hear voices. Voices! Someone was there! Someone was going to save her!

"Help! Help!" she cried out trying to right herself. She scrabbled feebly at the rocks above her head. " Please Starclan! Help me!" her green eyes tried to peer out of the darkness. Her heart pounded quickly, and her breathing was rapid. She couldn't believe it, Starclan had heard her prayers, they didn't want her to die! she hoped the cats were her clanmates. Oh how she hoped they were her parents. She'd be so happy to see any cat at this poin "Please hurry!" she coughed.

[Kovu]

Hawktide cursed under his breath as his suspicions were indeed confirmed, a cat was indeed buried alive down there. He scrabbled more furiously than before, his appearance looking even more and more like a rogue despite the MarshClan scent wafting faintly off of his bulky physique. The Tom was tall...and muscular...even if his fur was clumpy and haggard as it clung to him. He hadnt even joined up with his Clanmates yet in his search for his love. His own mother didn't even know he was still alive because of his vigilance.

The she-cat scent grew stronger, slowly, and the earth began to slide under his claws at long last. Then he heard her voice louder this time and his heart contracted painfully twisting inside his chest as he realized it wasn't her. But he didn't stop. Instead, he made room for the apprentice to help and scored his claws through the earth; even if they had begun to bleed; changing the earthy brown to a slightly scarlet musk.