Shieldkit had never really understood his brother's obssession with rubber duckies. After all, they were just little ducks made of rubber, what was so cool about them? At least his miniature skateboards could actually do tricks if he flicked or turned them in the right way - what could Sword's ducks do? Sit there and bounce? However, the young boy knew better than to try and question Swordskit about it, considering how many times his brother had gone on a rant about how great his little rubber companions were. Their entire litter had only been alive for three months, and yet Eld felt as though he had heard Sword's "rubber ducks are amazing" speech at least a hundred times. So, for the most part, he just kept his distance when Swords was playing with his ducks, or just lightly teased him for it. This time, though, all Shieldkit had wanted to do was take a bath.

He had just gotten back from another successful exploration of the boardwalk, and he felt rather... well, dusty. One of the buildings he had snuck into seemingly hadn't been used for ages, with dust and cobwebs all around the place, raining down on poor Shieldkit as he had pushed his way inside. Now, he wanted nothing more than to wash the disgusting mess from his fur, only to find out that Swordskit was already hogging the bathroom, no doubt just playing around with his toys. Hearing Sword's muffled words from inside the bathroom, Eld just scowled, calling back over the sound of rushing water, "Oh, shaddup Swords! I want to take a bath, and you can't just hog the bathroom forever, now can ya!" Then, the boy stood up on his hind legs, claws gripping the handle as he shoved the door open. He hadn't realized what a mistake that would truly be.

A harsh gasping cry left Shieldkit as the wall of water hit him, drenching his pelt and throwing him backwards. He had little to no idea of what was going on as he was tossed about, back hitting a wall before he was finally tossed out, onto the beach. In his drenched and collapsed state, the young feline made no effort to move or speak just yet, simply laying in the sand as he tried to process what had happened. At the very least, he was no longer covered in dust.

Sick. He felt sick. Not because he had been particularly hurt - although his side was throbbing with pain as he shifted in the sand - but because his head was still spinning from all that had happened. He was barely able to push himself up to his paws before he toppled back over, groaning at the feeling of wet sand sticking to his fur. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he had probably swallowed quite a bit of water, and while it definitely wasn't as bad as salt water, it still didn't feel good. He was barely aware of what had happened to Wyvernkit, too focused on his own issues. He shook his head from side to side, muttering as he dug his claws lightly into the ground below him, "Ugh... sick... I'm pretty sure I drank a bunch of that. Swords, I swear, I'm gonna toss you into the ocean..." He then opened his green gaze fully, taking in what was going on around him - Gunkit was present, and Wildkit had just arrived, and Wyvern was... Wyvern didn't look like she was alive. Shield's heart immediately sunk, his face turning from vaguely annoyed to petrified in merely a moment. Shaking the wetness from his drenched fur, he managed to stumble his way over, shoving at Swordskit a bit as he moved in close.

He muttered to Swordskit as his tail lashed behind him, a stubborn expression on the brown feline's face, "She's not dead! She's gonna wake up fine, we just have to help her, you dummy." The male then straightened up, stretching out his limbs before he reached a paw out to press it against Wyvernkit's stomach. He then stood up on his back legs, attempting to come down on Wyv's stomach to hopefully force water from her. He had no idea if it would actually work, but it wasn't as if he could just stand by and do nothing. There were no adults in sight, and it wasn't as if any of his siblings were actually helping. Gunkit was trying to find someone to snitch to, Swordskit was just being a bit crybaby, and Wild was doing nothing but staring. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Eld probably would've snapping at all of them, telling them to find something to do. Actually... after a moment, he turned and hissed at Swords and Wild, a huff leaving his lungs, "And stop crying! Go find dad, or some other adult, they'll know what to do!" Even if he was trying his best to help Wyv wake up, it wasn't as if he had actual medical knowledge.