She… didn't even feel /panic/ in the moment, just an overwhelming sense of dread. It was as if Hell had opened its gates to unleash fury upon them all. Freezeflurry could barely hear herself think over all the screaming. *Thump* *Thump* Oh. That was her heart, the adrenaline was kicking in.. her survival instincts telling her.. no /begging/ her to run. The bicolour molly winced as flying embers embraced her legs with enthusiasm, "Starclan save us all." Her head hurt from all the commotion, everything seemed to blur together. The Windclan warrior let out a strangled gasp, "Sundownpaw! Mourningpaw!" Her two /kits/, where were they? WHERE WERE THEY? Freezeflurry raced around asking cats if they had seen her kits, no one had seen them.. She shook her head and ran to the boat, the molly felt like a coward for running.. She /needed/ to look for her kits. Freezeflurry could only pray to Starclan that her kits made it out.. As she stood on the boat, Freezeflurry saw her home burning.. her /Versailles/.. everything she had ever know.. "Goodbye Windclan," She uttered hoarsely, tears threatened to spill from her emerald eyes. The slight burns on her pelt ached dully, nothing compared to her emotional pain as she collapsed on the deck; a combination of exhaustion and pain. "Starclan, protect and guide my kits. If I lose them.. I will /never/ forgive you." A mothers' threat, hell hath no fury other than a woman's scorn.
