Snapped open, pale eyes immediately felt the sting, and his chest was taught with an acrid aroma that had slipped inside during his slumber. Unmistakable, charred and suffocating, arid stench that clawed it's way down his throat and assaulted his vulnerabilities: Smoke. Alarms bounced off the walls of his skull and he was on his paws, watering eyes facing the bite of the clouds as he threw himself into the clearing, a distant glow bled through shadows of the night, a faded bright that roared viciously in the distance. The beast hadn't yet reached camp, but the wind was guiding the ashen choking cloud towards them all.
They came bearing billows of smoke upon the horizon, that terror and strife borne from flames would erupt from the earth, would seize the lands in it’s blistering grip. Licking the dark blue heavens above with their tongues of flame and orange, came upon the earth with spitting embers, verdant greenery collapsed into splintering cinder of blinding degree. The mercurial temperance and fury of the fire so cleanly reflected in his silvery shock, dark face alight, burning hot by the calamity ahead. The cries of his clanmates sidled beneath the roar of the fire, snapping and spitting it’s way toward camp like an unholy embodiment of the underworld itself.
A cough tore from his throat, slim body convulsed violently as terror's cataclysm exploded from the shadows around him. No.. NO. The arrhythmical belabors of his chest pulsed from end to end, a numbing, deafening beat that flanked beside the cacophony of his clanmate's wailing into the night. Starclan's hallowed wrath struck his kingdom tonight, come inferno in it's consecrated and blinding divinity incarnate. A blinding trepidation too etched it's way into fine features, flooded the ivory oceans of his coat as the flames in the distance ignited the lands. He had to get EVERYONE out of camp, for danger lay both in the fire and it's poisonous fumes too.
"Fire. FIRE!" A rasped shout blared from between his jaws, he couldn't think straight, the smoke was flooding every inch of his body, filtering into his skull and casting his clear thoughts awry into soot-filled seas. His eyes squeezed shut, tears lining the border between his eyelids as he struggled to see clearly. "Tempes- HKC-!" A violent cough broke through his voice as he teetered towards the warriors den, "Tempestwing- We've got to evacuate everyone to the- AheGh- To the western reaches of the territory. There's a-- A barn beyond the border." He found her gaze within the shadows. Every choke and breath was stripping his throat raw, slashing against the tender muscle of his lungs and nose and his face was tense with aching. He pulled back, pivoting to take in the sight of his clanmates already beginning to file out and away from the destruction coming nearer by second. "EVACUATE TO THE WESTERN BORDER! WARRIORS- ASSIST ELDERS, QUEENS AND KITS."
He remained crouching, swaying lowly in the middle of camp, eyes squeezed and squinting against the smoke as he watched bodies begin to shift and flood from camp, glimpses of shapes and figures navigating through the thickening curtains of smoke. They were strong. They were smart. They could survive this, whether he lay dead at the end of it or not. He would strip each and every one of his lives from himself if it meant they were safe- loosing one to the smoke was hardly a sacrifice in his eyes.