Merrystalk Merrystalk
And you'll say get up, get out of this town.
And you'll say get up, get out of this town.
WindClan
Moor Runner
Council Member
'No, no I have to get out...'
Merrystalk had survived a lot in his time here in this place. Worse even, right? It couldn't be too late.
'This isn't the end, I need to... I have to...'
Finally, his lungs gave out.
It's an instinct, you know. To gasp in that moment of desperation, where you know what will come next. Why you hold your breath in such desperation. The chilling sensation of murky cold water siphoning in. The sudden heaviness and searing ache as you realise what is happening.
No, no. He couldn't die, not like this. What about Harefoot and Dimmingsun, Goldenroar and Sunnyspring, Meadow, Talon and Jay... This can't be it. This can't be all there is. There is more to do, to tell and promise. To fix and maintain. To forgive and apologise.
It takes two minutes for consciousness to be lost, time was ticking as the gale guard desperately scrambled. As tendrils of the darkness curled their way around his vision, he reached for the sliver of light that remained. But even that was suffocated, just as Merrystalk was. Just as. His time. Was. Up...
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The freezing cold of the water suddenly felt absent, just as Merry found himself suddenly gasping for air.... Air! Oh, Starclan, he was alive.
He pried his eyes open, taking in deep, heaving breaths. He couldn't believe he was alive, okay, even. He always thought almost drowning was more painful...
Merrystalk's breath caught in his throat as he finally took in his surroundings. This wasn't Windclan. Nor Shadowclan or even Skyclan. Nowhere on the territories looked anything like this. It was clear and pristine, beautiful. But, clad in stars. Like everything had been moulded by paw out of the silverpelt.
"Where... Where am I..." The gale guard breathed in confusion. The last time he had been brought somewhere by someone, it was nothing like this. A darkened forest, a place with no stars. Shadowed in biterness and cruelty. This seemed... Ethereal almost. Surreal. There was a thought that sat like a stone in his chest, weighing down his steps as he dared take a motion forward, flecks of dusted stars scattering as he did. "I'm not...." He swallowed hard before finally finding his voice. "Is there anyone here?"
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MERRYSTALK He/Him, Windclan Gale Guard, 32 moons.
A lithe, tortoiseshell cat with green eyes and pelt speckled with rye grass.
mentored by none // mentoring Talonpaw
sibling to Goldenroar and Sunnyspring
NPC x NPC / parent to no one / mated to Harefoot
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.