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
Everything had been so awry in the last moons. The flood. Dustystar's death. The discordance amongst the clan. His brother's new title...
A sigh slipped from the tortie as he curled in his nest, having stayed up far longer than usual to take a last minute patrol about the camp. It was a habit he'd slipped into, started by Dimmingsun's arrival, exasperated by the events of the passing moons, worsened by the fear of an attack by Skyclan. It was only when his paws ached too loudly to ignore, when exhaustion tugged too furvently at his eyes that he settled at Harefoot's side.
He rasped the cheek of his doting mate, tucking the other beneath his chin as he huffed an exhausted sigh. The bitter winds bristled Merry's fur, burying his nose into the others pelt as he tried to will himself to sleep. Nights like these he longed for the barn. The safety of its beams and slats, the hay to warm their nests and huddles of cats cozy in the confines of their home.
Nights like these he wished the barn still stood. Windclan as a concept nothing more than a tale woven. No pressure of clan life and borders; powers and Starclan. It was selfish, but he longed for the simplicity of how it used to be...
Merry didn't remember drifting off, just the warmth of his mate and the whistling of the winds. So when his eyes fluttered open, he expected to see the sunrise over the moors.
Yet he found his fur bristling at the sight of... Starclan?
His mouth dried with a sudden wave of fear. Had he died again somehow? He pressed paws to his pelt, swallowing back the dread that clung to his throat. The weird sensation he had the last he arrived here was absent, it felt far more like... Seeing him.
"A dream?" He muttered to himself, trying to ignore the thumping in his chest, desperately levelling his breath. Who had brought him there? Had he stumbled there unintentionally? The gale guards eyes cast out to the glittering unknown, taking a tentative step forward as the world about him seemed to swirl in stardust. It was so much more surreal without the fright of death. Merry took a breath and called out. "Hello? Who's brought me 'ere this time?" No sign of Breezewing. Not even Molewhisker or Dustystar? He expected to see a cat somewhere, but the longer he scanned that great sparkling horizon, not a figure in sight...
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MERRYSTALK He/Him, Windclan Gale Guard, 35 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" // ATTEMPTED ACTION // EMPATHY DETECTION // ALETHIA DETECTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
