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( The Regime returns to the Survival Clan land to see if their territory has gotten any better, only to be caught in a flood when rain hits. Feel free to join in with other Regime cats not listed! Or any LKR cats if they'd be in the area. c; )
Belle skipped along, singing a song that Cadet Weis would probably not appreciate. "Break my portrait and I break your skull. Bury you under the sun and let you burn~" It wasn't very good lyrics, but at least the tune was nice enough to compliment the fact of her attempted murder of the tom not too long ago. And now they were all stuck on a patrol together to check out the Regime territory, see if anything had improved or it showed signs of being more habitable now.
Of course, it had been raining at a drizzle all day. They were in what had once been WaterClan, on the edge of territory SwiftClan had claimed some time ago but currently seemed abandoned. It was then that the bare mist turned into a downpour, and quickly, the marshy earth seemed to become dangerously muddy... And the rain showed no sign of slowing as they walked on.
Wy wasn't surprised he had been chosen to go on a patrol back home; this was his territory, and the only cat that knew it as well as he did was Gravelshell. It was strange being back. His head was full of memories of growing up here, but the territory was still different soft, soft and pliable and eroded from the rain and floods, and so much less alive than he remembered.
His patrol mates were more than lively enough to make up for it. They seemed like they were having fun, Belle especially. He was tempted to join in on her singing, but he refrained for now, focusing on where he placed his paws on the muddy land.
Cadet Caine was still feeling the effects of his 'traumatic brain injury', as the Regime staff had called it. Belle's song was only making things worse. "Belle Rosember, your voice does the most incredible things to my mind," he muttered. "Specifically, it makes it feel as if it's going to shatter into shards of glass. Wy, please make her stop."
Just to annoy Caine more, Belle sang louder, even as the torrential rain drowned out her voice for the most part. Speaking of drowning... at some point it the ground went from muddy, to being more just... water. She lifted a paw out from the dark, swirling ground and glanced behind her. "Is this normal?" It certainly wasn't. At least, generally it took longer, but this rain wasn't letting up in the slightest, and flood waters were quickly rising.
