Cat Warriors: Into the Storm

Prolouge

The rustle of the overgrowth blew loudly and seemed to echo through the forest. "A windstorm is coming! Everyone head toward the Twoleg farm," yelled a brown and black tabby.
Twoleg contraptions screamed like a war cry. The cats pushed onward with queens tightly holding their kits, Warriors holding their apprentices, elders with small fresh-kills such as mice or small rabbits, medicine cats with medicine such as poppy seeds or mouse-bile.
They had finally reached the Twoleg farm and bolted under barns, storehouses, or wagons.

Time passed and the felt safe. Then, wagons flew up and the cats underneath them ran underneath the barns safely. The wood, hay, crops, and fence were flung everywhere.
Finally the storm died down, "I'm pretty sure we're safe now, right storm cloud," a bright orange apprentice mewed hopefully. "It may be over but none of us can be sure, just keep being cheerful, okay," Stormcloud replied, hoping that it was over as well.