When Life throws you Lemons..., Throw them at someone else :o

[Laughingflame]

OOC: Just as a note; the title has absolutely NOTHING to do with the thread. Feel free to jump in!

Walnutpelt strolled the edge of the river, her paws dark from rain. Well, it wasn't exactly the river anymore. It had swelled over the highest bank line, and it was foul with the smell of Twoleg rubbish; the leach from Carrionplace had trickled from the rain to here. Not only was it foul smelling, but there wasn't a single fish Walnutpelt could see. And it was still raining. She knew to report it to Swiftstar, but her feet seemed to be firmly stuck in the sloppy mud of the bank, which was shrinking as more and more rain fell.

It took her a while, but Walnutpelt finally relented to the common fact; she was stuck. Stuck as a mouse in ThunderClan, or TraitorLand, camp. "Well," Walnutpelt mewed loudly. Less so, she said, "This really sucks."

[Swiftstar]

Icewhisker trotted carefully through the mud toward the swollen River. It's getting awefully high... he commented to himself as he reached the water's edge. He glanced over to Walnutpelt and purred, "Stuck?" His own paws were beginning to sink into the sticky earth. He pulled them out, grimmacing at the brown sludge still clinging to his white paws.

[Laughingflame]

Walnutpelt nodded indignantly. "We better tell Swiftstar to keep the kits in camp!" she mewed, as she horribly failed to get out of the sloppy mud.

[Swiftstar]

"Definately," Icewhisker mewed, pulling his paws out of the sticky mud another time. "Um.." He began, glancing over at Walnutpelt, "You need help?"

[Laughingflame]

Walnutpelt nodded as a streak of lightning broke the gray spell above. She couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited her as she tried to get her paws out of the sticky glop.

[Swiftstar]

"Alright," Icewhisker nodded, trying to make his way toward Walnutpelt through the muddy bank.

ooc: by the way, the title could have something to do with the thread. "When life gives you lemons..." could be Walnutpelt in the mud, and "Throw them at someone else! " could be Icewhisker getting caught in the attempt to help her. XD

[Laughingflame]

OOC: Hidden sybolism! These are going to be some big lemons!

Walnutpelt flailed again hopelessly, but this time she was freed. And it wasn't because of her attempts. The mud-coated reeds beneath her had snapped, and she was now on a raft of muddled vegetation, swooping down the ferocious current while Walnutpelt yowled, too afraid to move. "ICEWHISKER!" Her voice began to grow quiet as the raft was tossed by a lowering altitude-- she was heading towards the gorge, and she knew it.

[Swiftstar]

ooc: -gasp-

bic: Icewhisker pelted downriver, keeping his wide, shocked eyes locked on Walnutpelt as she was tossed down toward the gorge. "Hold on!" He yowled, diving into the icy water of the River.

[Laughingflame]

Icewhisker needn't have told her to hold on. She was already clutching the raft for dear life! There was a roar of thunder that nearly shattered Walnutpelt's hearing, and then a flash of lightning that blinded Walnutpelt for a second. Before she knew it, the trees beside her were ablaze, and the gorge was but three fox-lengths away. "NO!" Walnutpelt gasped.

[Swiftstar]

Icewhisker propelled his legs throught the water as powerfully as possible as he neared closer to Walnutpelt. He was only a tail length away from the raft now... Yes! He sank his teeth into the reeds that composed the raft and skidded on the Riverbottom in attempt to stop.

[Laughingflame]

Walnutpelt suddenly realized the current was too strong for Icewhisker to stay even half a minute. She would have to jump. Walnutpelt immediately leaped off the raft and onto the very close bank, hoping with all her might Icewhisker would not join StarClan because of her.

[Swiftstar]

Icewhisker let out a short yelp as he slid off the cliff and toward the gorge. For a second, he was suspended in mid air. Strange... He thought, in that moment, That I am not as frightened as I should be... He suddenly felt the presence of something, he despirately hoped it was Silverfang, engulf him. His eyes darted quickly over to an overlaying reed clump and he lashed out at it with a forepaw. Luckily, one claw snagged an edge in the plant and held him in place. Thank you Starclan! He exclaimed silently. He blinked the rushing water out of his eyes and reached up to place his other paw onto the clump of water plants. He glanced down, his vision becoming blurred and dizzy at the thought of the long drop down into the gorge. As he grabbed hold, he slid down a notable distance as the reeds gave way under his weight. Realizing that the plants wouldn't hold him much longer, he closed his eyes and yowled, "Walnutpelt!" She probably coulnd't hear him over the roaring of the waterfall. "WALNUTPELT!" He screeched, slipping nearer to the reeds' tip. "Help me!"

[Laughingflame]

Walnutpelt, without a single good thought-- without a thought at all-- charged to Icewhisker's side and with a new strength, and pulled his scruff into her jaws. Lashing out, her paw met rock, and Walnutpelt hung on as her tail blew out from the stormy winds, and flames teased the top of her head. Is we are lucky, Walnutpelt thought, My death will be quick and painless. She threw Icewhisker as much as cat-ly possible onto the burning bank and let herself lose grip of the rock.

OOC: Is Walnutpelt dead? Find out!

[Swiftstar]

Icewhisker lay on his side, panting, and glanced around frantically. "Walnutpelt?" He mewed, disbelievingly. "Walnutpelt!" He repeated, louder, getting to his paws.

[Laughingflame]

Walnutpelt let herself fall, deep into the gorge and onto visciously sharp rocks, thus killing her instantly.

Okay, I'm kidding with what I just wrote. But that would've been fun to do.

BIC: Walnutpelt let herself fall from the safety of the rock, but thrashed again, this time feeling stalks of burning reeds in her mouth. It was painful to hold, and now her entire body, save her head, was flying from the water like a disgusting banner of the flood's victims. Walnutpelt knew there was no need to meow for help. Her teeth grinded hard on the reeds, hoping she could hold on just a little bit longer...