I’ve known Sky, Storm, and Thunder since I was younger. They are my best friends. Others always think we’re littermates due to our similar names and pelt patterns, but we aren’t related at all. Moving on, I wish I could have prepared myself for what happened the night of the half-moon. But nobody could’ve. It started as light rain, which quickly grew heavier into more of a thunderstorm. Nobody was really worried until the camp began to flood. Then the leader, Stripes, warned everyone to get to higher ground, but not leave the camp yet. Only problem was, there wasn’t much higher ground to go to without leaving the camp. As many cats as possible were placed in the young cat’s den due to the amount of space. The few left were to shelter where they could. I was among the few that weren’t shoved into the crowded den, along with Thunder. Sky and Storm were in the den. I immediately found a small crevice higher up, but yet still in camp. I had to climb carefully to reach it, but I found it was sheltered and pretty warm. I noticed Thunder in the clearing, looking around with his eyes wide and his pelt spiked up and wet. His eyes soon fell on me, and he began to climb. Just as he was so close to reaching me, he slipped and hung off the ledge. I didn’t want him falling, we were pretty high up. I managed to drag him up and he laid down, curling up into a ball. Before long, however, a lightning bolt seemed to shoot across the sky, and out of nowhere, a tree tumbled into the camp.
“It’s no longer safe!” Stripes yelled, bounding into the clearing. “Everyone, evacuate camp!”
