Backwritten Border Camp Territory WindClan guess i didnt know you after all ✿ — merrystalk

[Meadowpaw]

Maybe I'm the only one who survived
Crawled out of the dark and into the light

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// Takes place not long after the fight with Merry and Sassafras.

Meadowpaw couldn't sleep.

She tried, curling up tight in her nest and burying her nose beneath her paws, contemplating trying to visit Deadwood again. But no matter how still she lay, her thoughts wouldn't quiet.

It was still dark when she crawled out of her nest. Her eyes felt heavy, but her heart was heavier. She sat by herself for a while near the garden, brushing her paw gently through the roots she'd let overgrow. Even the flowers seemed unsure of where to set their roots.

The fight was still at the front of her mind. She could still hear their raised voices. Word-for-word the horrible things that were said. Meadow wished that she could take charge like Goldy did. Though she doubted that even if she had the strength and the courage to place herself between them like he did that they would've listened...

Meadow could understand that not everyone could get along. Mama and Nutmeg didn't get along, but they never looked at one another like that… Like they were going to rip each other to pieces.

She hadn't forgotten how the way Merrystalk looked at Sassy or how he sounded either. For a second, it was like he was an entirely different cat—a stranger. But when he spoke to her, he sounded like himself again. The same tom that helped protect them from dogs and comforted cats during the fire...

Her eyes swept over camp until she found a flax pelt. Meadow tread lightly, paws moving through the whisper of early morning. The little calico hesitated for a moment before gently prodding his side. "Merry?" She whispered, "I know it's early but I need to talk to you."

If she held onto it forever, it might swallow her up… So she wouldn't. She would lay it out with him and then find a way forward. There had to be something that she could do for them. But first, she just needed to understand.

@Merrystalk

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[Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

The tortie wasn't a heavy sleeper on the best of days, and the last few, he had been slower to rouse, that was for certain. So when his side was poked a few times, to admit Merry assumed he had rolled onto something and it was sticking his side. Until, of course, the meek and tiny voice of Meadowpaw reached his ears, suddenly much more awake. He looked at the little calico, she seemed restless, there was something in her eyes that spoke as much.

"Aye 'f course we can have a chat." His voice was soft, a yawn parting his lips as he rose to his feet. "We best not disturb anyone else's sleep." Merry motioned for Meadow to walk, as much as his demeanor was relaxed from having just awoken, as the two walked past sleeping clanmates, he had a sneaking suspicion of what it was she wanted to talk about. The argument was still fresh in everyone's mind; he wanted to give her space, she was upset from having witnessed the argument, and the last thing he wanted to do was upset her more by trying to broach the topic when she wasn't up to it.

It didn't take long for the both of them to get just outside of camp, they could walk and talk if she got antsy, but at least out of earshot, not to disturb anyone's sleep lest Merry get on anyone else's bad books. "Now then, what's it ya' need me fer, Meadow?" He wouldn't try and jump the gun of the conversation, he wouldn't doubt that Meadow would have had some set questions in mind for everything that happened, and throwing her off wouldn't do either of them any good.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan moor-runner | 26 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
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