the water licked against your paws and fur, sending shocks of cold through you. not like it mattered right now.
you were able to dig your claws into the trunk of the tree, which slowed and stopped your fall, leaving deep claw marks in the bark.
nettle however wasn't that lucky, xe was still clinging to the tree branch.
a very worried looking cat was yelling something, "lone cats are coming- from the south." that wasn't good.