Open Event petrichor on the floor of your mind — bittersweet reunion

[DIMMINGSUN]

Exhaustion nips at his every limb, but Dimmingsun knows this is no time to rest. It had only been a few days since WindClan had gotten driven out of their camp by mere water, but it feels like a lifetime has passed since then. He wants nothing more than to curl up in a safe, warm nest, like his other Clanmates yearn for no doubt, but this is not the place to do so. They have slowly but surely come together in a spot on the moor, families and friends reuniting after having sought flimsy refugee in scattered, temporary camps. At least they're all together now. But now... perhaps the hardest task is still ahead of them: rebuilding efforts.

"Meadowpaw,"

he breathes like he scarcely believes it. His apprentice looks awful—he must look exactly the same—but at least she's alive. As far as he knows, everybody has made it out. Their only injury is mental; the fear, the uncertainty, and the knowledge that they had been stripped of their home for the second time in WindClan's history.

Dimmingsun looks at Meadowpaw like he wants to say something else- something more. He hopes the twinkle in his eye is enough of a promise. For now, they have to talk together, and scrape the Clan together once more. His tail lingers on her shoulder before he rounds up the entire council. Merrystalk may not be in the best of conditions, but if nothing else, he can still chime in with his opinion or a suggestion. StarClan knows they're in desperate need for the latter.

He nods to all of them in turn, and sweeps his gaze over the rest of the Clan, too. This is not a private discussion.

"I'm glad everybody is safe,"

he starts, clearing his throat.

"Now that we're together again, we need to focus on our home. There are cats to take care of, but we can't do that when we're this... exposed."

Dimmingsun looks at Dustystar then. The council will talk, but it is the leader who will make the final decision; hopefully one that suits WindClan's needs in this specific moment.

"How should we go about this?"

Talking to @Meadowpaw, @Dustystar, and the entire council, but no need to wait! This is technically a council discussion, but the entire Clan is present, and thus able to contribute.

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

She stays with @Branchkit , as if she is a sentry to protect her little sibling, and not the castaway she was only a few days prior. The warriors insisted that the others were found, and that each of them would have to travel (a short distance, hopefully) to reunite. Lotuskit doesn't mind this - it's awkward at best, but she doesn't seem to have many attachments to the warriors she did find. Just... Branchkit. Which in a way is enough to anchor her to her spot rather than tempt her with exploration once more.

As they near the place, she finds herself nearly overwhelmed with scents, but all in degrees of familiarity. Lotuskit keeps her shoulder locked to Branchkit, blue eyes warily watching the crowd as it grows and grows. Cats shout with glee to find one another, others ache with their own injuries and hapless circumstances. Lotuskit spies her, a molly with blue fur, like hers, and even cream patches, too.

"M- Momma!" She squeals, and her own voice rattles her mind, causing her to wince. She pushes Branchkit to move faster, but eventually (if her younger nestmate doesn't keep up) she pulls from the tabby's side to race towards @Honeyflower . She crashes into the molly, ears pressed against her pained crown. The ache in her wrist flares up again, plaguing her more and more as the days go on, but she abuses its last graces to hold herself steadily in her mother's coat.

"I missed you," she cries. "I don't - I don't -" she can't find excuses. Somewhere steps away, the council meets to discuss the next steps. Lotuskit, once a wily and nosy kit, keeps herself tucked with her kin, tears staining her cheeks.

 

[Rubblekit]

She doesn't like the way she has to move so much for the second time in a week, for the third time in a moon. Rubblekit is tired, she wants to sleep, to curl into a warm dry nest and pass out for a week, but although the rain has stopped and the walking has stopped, there are no more nests, there is nowhere dry, and it's becoming too much for the younger member of WindClan to take on. As they had only a few days prior her ears are pinned to her head as her tail drags behind her, paws too heavy to continue on and it is with a sigh of relief that Dimmingsun stops moving, and although she's less tired than she was that night - not almost drowning this time helped with that surely - she was still too tired to move now that they had stopped, only enough energy to move her head as she sit there watching each member of her own little group gathering together as they paused.

Though a small flicker of energy returned to her as she realized what was happening, as the scent of damp WindClanners reached her nostrils, as the familiar sounds of familiar voices reached her ears as they lifted from her skull as eyes land on familiar tabbied pelt of the deputy, paws finding the strength to carry her forward once more as she left her own little band of lost WindClanners behind to attempt to ram her head into him, relieved tears couldn't help but fall from her face before she looked up at Goldenroar, "You're ok!" It was the only thing she could say, ready to stay plastered to the deputy's side if he allowed, unwilling to let him out of her sight.

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RUBBLEKIT she/her, WindClan 4 moons old.
a round kitten
mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC / sibling to ???
peaceful powerplay permitted
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentPurring, Dustystar watches as the kittens run to reunite with their families. Finally, everyone was back together again. The storm in her heart begins to quell, but only slightly. They're together, but not well.

indentHer face returns to it's stoic expression as Dimmingsun calls upon her. "We need shelter, quickly. As soon as possible, we should be sending out patrols to camp. They can start rebuilding, if there's enough there to salvage." If there's no chance of rebuilding their camp, Dustystar isn't sure how they'll manage. The little hollow in the earth had been their saving grave for many moons. It's near impossible to imagine Windclan without it. "In the meantime, cats who can't patrol should stay here and start making temporary dens out of the prairie grass. They'll last us for a few sunrises, at least."

indent"Dimmingsun. How many of your herbs were you able to save?" It's a question she doesn't want to ask. The answer, she knows, won't be easy to hear. Anything that's been lost now, with the weather cooling, will be difficult to replace until Greenleaf. "The moment we have a place to store them, we need to be working on a plan to restore our stocks before Leafbare hits." Her voice is steady and calm, but her heart beats like a rabbit. There's no way they'll fine enough herbs on the prarie to tide them over until Greenleaf. They'll either have to go without, or beg the other clans for help.

indentDustystar hasn't exactly built the warmest relationships with their neighbors. She's cordial and friendly with Pikestar and Juniperstar, but she doubts that will translate into generousity from their clans. Leafbare is coming to the forest, as well, and the clans living there must be worried about their own herb stocks. "If it's necesarry... I could consider going to Shadowclan, and asking my kin for their help." The marsh, she knows, is limited in prey but lush with greenery. Surely Sablestar will be able to spare something for his family?

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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She let herself be carried most of the way, no more energy to protest nor panic. Talon's touches have become gentler over the days, though rough still, and she had grown comfortable enough with his presence. He had saved her after all.

But as they neared the spot where the reunion was to take place, some cats already gathered there, Yewkit asked to walk on her own. She didn't want to appear weak in front of her clanmates. In front of mother. She forced herself to put one paw in front of the other, even if her steps were shorter than those of her clanmates. Carefully she scanned the gathered faces and approaching pelts, hoping to find familiar coats. One large and two just like hers, small and lithe. Her legs began to tremble as she searched, fearing the worst, but no- there! Plague's form appeared behind Honeyflower. Was she looking for her too? Yewkit wanted to run, to brush against the familiar pelt, to wash in her scent, but she fought the childish urge. She was obedient. She was... she ran away the night of the flood, toward danger, but she hoped mother would understand. She was only helping... and she succeeded, at least partially. Surely that counted for something.

With now steady steps, she strayed a bit from Talon and Meadowpaw, who surely had more important things to discuss now, and approached Plague with Drearykit and Phantomkit. "H..hello." she said, voice small and ears lowered just the smallest bit. "I'm really glad you're safe..."

OOC: @Plague , @Drearykit , @Phantomkit family reunion​

 

[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

She'd waited forever for this, or really, what felt like forever. The reuniting, and when cats bump in to one another, sobs thrown in to the air, voices of relief filling her ears, her eyes scan the crowd, nearly desperate when she breaks off from her arrival, doing a quick few steps to the side, where she could finally see... And then she spots him, she swears her heart skips a beat in its confines.

She runs, past reuniting kittens and family members, and straight towards a familiar pelt, @ROOSTERTUFT. When she finally reaches him, she shoves her cheek against Rooster's, tail bristling- and then just as quick as she had come up to him, she steps back as if nothing had happened. The flames of embarrassment licks her face, but solace courses through her veins. Stars above, he was alive, and that was all that she could ask for. "You're safe," and for a second, shes afraid that he can hear the relief that bleeds in to her tone, but she decides that she just simply doesn't care. It's enough, being here with him. He's enough, and she steps forwards once more, closer, heart racing, fully intending to finally embrace him... And then Dimmingsun comes by. When she's prompted to go up with the rest of the council, she throws a quick "We'll talk in a bit." over her shoulder to the man she leaves behind. When she gathers with the rest, she finds Meadowpaw, who she gently presses close to. Both cats she cared for above all else were safe. Alive. Maybe not in the best shape, but alive.

"I can take a patrol out in a bit." she responds to Dustys prompt about rebuilding. "Wherever else i'm needed, I will go." she doesn't have much input on the herb stuff for Dimmingsun, nor does she really have any thoughts on getting their ally (stubbornly called) involved. Whatever was the quickest that would bring them back to the norm was fine with her.

GOOD NEWS FOR ANYONE ♡ WHO LOVES BAD NEWS

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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring pebblepaw
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw; reluctantly interested in roostertuft
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  "speech"

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Honeyflower leads her small group with dragging paws, fear for her family, her clan causing her heart to beating wildly like a cornered rabbit. Chills wrack her frame despite swearing she actually feels quite warm. @bunnykit dangles from her maw; her daughter also seemed to have caught whatever the molly had come down with and to hear her wheezing and coughing as she tried to keep up had nearly broken her heart.

There's a familiar scent on the wind, causing green eyes to widen and despite the burning ache in her chest her pace quickens. She's almost afraid to believe who it is until she sees her: Lotuskit with her sister Branchkit. "Lotuskit! Branchkit!" She nearly sobs out, placing Bunnykit down to frantically nose the two. Were they hurt? Ill? A frown briefly flickers on her face as she feels a bump on the back of her daughter's head and she presses herself closer to her children. "Mama's here, I'm here..."

She raises her head with a harsh cough that she tries to disguise as clearing her throat, trying to spot those still missing in the crowd. "Where are Honeycombkit and your father? And your grandfather..?" Surely they had all made it out? Swiftwatcher had both Honeycombkit and Branchkit last she saw him. And Sweetnose... Oh she hoped he had also made it out unscathed. She wasn't sure how she was going to raise their children without him...

She's brought out from the thought by a tail brushing her shoulder and briefly Honeyflower looks up to see Dimmingsun giving a nod towards the rest of the gathered council and she nods with a faint frown, ears plastered guiltily to her head. The last she'd seen the massive tom she had snapped at him undeservedly. She would need to apologize later.

"Lotuskit, Bunnykit, Branchkit," She gives each a gentle nudge, a hoarse purr in her throat. "Stay here, Mama will be back as soon as she can..." A pleading glance is given at one of the nearby caretakers, a silent request before she joins the rest of the council.

The gale guard listens intently, tucking her tail around herself. "I can help get started with the temporary dens," She mews softly, trying to steady her breathing into something that doesn't quite sound as much like she's struggling to do so. "I can try to figure out something for the herbs that were able to be saved too..." She casts an apologetic look at Dimmingsun.

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

Interacting with @lotuskit @Branchkit and @bunnykit then the council <3

 

[Jaypaw ⏾]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Jaypaw ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽⋆⁺₊⋆-

Jaypaw didn't leave Merrystalk's side the entire walk to the reunion gathering, only ever slowing down to give Dimmingsun space to talk to the Gale Guard. His body ached a lot less, his hind leg only slightly painful when he stood on it, the result of the tree root and Merrystalk's teeth and claws. If it was to leave a scar, Jaypaw would be glad - a forever reminder of what the tom had done for him.

But now that the group of cats had arrived at the reunion spot, Jaypaw had to leave Merrystalk's side - not because he wanted to, but because both DImmingsun and Merrystalk were part of the council and needed to discuss what to do next. Meadowpaw was there too, and Jaypaw lowered his gaze, unable to look her in the eyes. He enjoyed making her squirm, but he went too far the last time the two of them had talked and now he was left ashamed, regretting. He quickly turned around, hoping to avoid her eyes on his coat.

Jaypaw looked around - so many of his clanmates were here, cats he didn't even have the capacity to worry about. All his attention had been on the cats with him and he had all but forgotten to think of what could have befallen the rest of his clanmates. Maybe that was for the best - now he could only see his clanmates being okay, despite minor scrapes and mental damage. At least they were all alive, reuinted once more.

A familiar voice made him spin his head around and he stared at the red coat of his mentor, Sunnyspring's eyes looking around. He ran to her, "Sunnyspring!" and nudged his head against her shoulder. "I'm so glad you're okay." His eyes teared up again, he wanted to tell her all about her brother, the one who saved Jaypaw. But it was not his place to tell, though his heart ached for what he had caused. He wouldn't blame her if she chose not to be his mentor after finding out - who would want to teach the one that almost killed their kin?

Jaypaw closed his eyes shut, his pelt shaking, with relief and guilt both. For now he needn't worry about what Sunnyspring would do. And shall he receive a punishment once the clan was back on its paws, he would accept it without complaints.

OOC: Interacting with @Sunnyspring ​

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Lotuskit had seemed a little more attached to her since the water came and she came back with the stinky cats. Not that Branchkit really minded - she was just happy her sister had made it back to her. Just like Grampa and Ma and everyone said! Though the walk to reuinite with the rest of their family was long, Branchkit made sure not to complain about any aching muscles or tiredness. She had to be strong for her sister.

Lotuskit caught Momma's scent before Branchkit did, and when her sister tore forwards, she kept up a steady pace, weaving among the legs of other cats to leap into their waiting mother. Branchkit had missed her soft, warm furr, and she sniffled as she buried her nose in Momma's scent.

Momma's here. Lotus' here. We're safe.

Even though Momma and Ma had to go talk with the rest of their Clanmates, she could still see them across the crowd, and that was enough. Her little body snuggled close to her siblings and denmates, and she looked around at the rest of WindClan.

"We all got really wet, huh?" she murmured.

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OOC: Tagging @lotuskit @bunnykit @HONEYCOMBKIT and mention @Honeyflower

 

[Plague]

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CONTENT WARNING: guilt tripping / emotional manipulation

It's been a long past.. however many days it's been. While in their temporary camp, Plague had barely slept a wink, pacing and fussing over her lost child while demons war in her mind. Her feelings are a battle of anger both towards herself and towards Yewkit - a struggling balance between guilt and betrayal.

The move is just as exhausting. Her paw-pads hurt, worn and shredded from her relentless movement and dried mud. Her belly rumbles, as she had scarcely eaten either. She cannot stop to wonder how her remaining kittens - Phantomkit and Drearykit - may feel, not with Yewkit out there on her own. If she's even out there at all.

The queen follows behind Honeyflower, eyes glazed over with fear and exhaustion, when a familiar scent tickles her nose - and just as it does, the scattered WindClan hurries over the hill. At once, Plague is filled with newfound energy, adrenaline pumping through her veins as her ears swivel and eyes shift for any sign of her little one. Just when her heart begins to thump, when she feels as if hope is lost, the little white-and-orange kitten breaks through the crowd, calm and steady as she greets her siblings and her mother.

"Yewkit! My stars,"

the molly gasps, breaking the distance to touch her nose to Yewkit's head. A much less enthusiastic show of affection compared to the other queens and their kits, but the molly scarcely notices them enough to compare. There is too much stiffness in her heart, covered and hardened with a strange sort of distrust in her child, to embrace her as much as she might have on a good day. The touch is short lived as she lifts her head, fixing Yewkit with a hard stare, one that blames and does not forgive.

"I thought you were dead."

It is spoken with an eerie sternness to it, as if matter-of-fact; as if Yewkit may as well have been dead, and the damage was already done. Coldness drips out of her voice like the cold rains they've endured. Plague is not rejoicing at reunited with her kitten led astray - no, she is disciplining her. To her, guilt is one of the strongest motives for change, after all - to know the consequences of your actions upon others ensures it will never happen again. Perhaps, in some hours, Yewkit will earn her usual praise once more, for being such a well-behaved daughter.. but for now, there is a lesson to be learned.

"You were gone when I woke up, with floodwater at my feet, and half the Clan already missing. No cat knew of your whereabouts - not one. A mother is not to outlive her own kits - I was.. I was afraid, Yewkit."

A little touch of softness enters her expression, a mild crack to her voice. As blunt as she may be, she tells the truth - she was scared. The shadows under her tired eyes are proof enough.

"You are not to go anywhere without expressly letting me know until your apprentice ceremony. Do you understand me?"

A heavy sigh leaves her. It is hard, to be the kind of mother she needs to be, stern and hardened to ensure their survival. After a brief moment, Plague wraps her tail around Yewkit, pulling her closer into some sort of embrace.

"You worried me. I couldn't bear to lose you, Yewkit. Please.. don't do something so risky again."

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  PLAGUE — SHE/HER ･ 25 MOONS ･ QUEEN ; WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY IXORA

  a complex molly; timid and meek on the surface, but what dwells beneath?

 

[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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Yewkit stares up at mother with wide eyes. She knew this was coming. She knew this was coming. She will accept whatever punishment mother feels fit - she deserves it after all. She knows she does.

"...until your apprentice ceremony..."

Yewkit's breathing threatens to quicken, her body wants to tremble, but she forces herself to stay steady, focused. Obedient. "Of course, mother." she says, voice once again small, just like it's meant to be. "I'm sorry." She doesn't want to give excuses, but surely mother should hear why Yewkit has done what she has? "I.. I saved some of the herbs for the medicine cats." she steals a quick glance at Meadowpaw, but the molly is occupied by more important matters. The only one to back her would be Talon, but Yewkit doesn't look around enough to notice where he went. "Talon protected me though, I promise. I didn't cause any trouble..."

Was this enough? Yewkit can't tell, doesn't dare look at mother's eyes. She feels so much guilt for worrying her, for making her fear for her - that was not her intention of course, but she hurt mother nonetheless. Who is she to try and justify that?

"I understand. I'm.. I'm sorry." she means it. Mother knows best, of course, and she was foolish to run towards danger. She sighs a breath of relief, trembling just the tiniest bit, as Plague's tail wraps around her small body, shielding her from the world. Or perhaps, shielding the world from herself.

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

There's a tumble of kits around him—some joyous, like Lotuskit, Rubblekit, and Branchkit, but some... a bit odd at the edges. Dimmingsun watches Plague's reaction upon finding Yewkit in one piece, and how the bits of words that he overhears is woven with strictness. Perhaps it's something born out of motherly instincts. Dimmingsun can't interfere; he has no experience in that field, evident in how he had earned Honeyflower's ire back at camp. He, too, had been overstimulated with too many things to do at once, but he supposes that doesn't come anywhere near the panic of losing a kit.

He tries not to scoff at the idea that his own parents are likely glad to have lost him.

The past is the past, and he ought to focus on the present instead—and what it all means for the future. WindClan's future.

"Not a lot,"

he admits despite how wrong it feels. Dustystar needs to know the whole picture if she is to rebuild properly.

"I had a lot of help with it, but the water had been too strong. Our stock is... meager, especially considering the circumstances."

His gaze flicks to a lone tree just a few tail-lengths away, where he and Meadowpaw had put the herbs, right under the safety of an upturned root. It's not a perfect solution, but it's better than leaving it all out in the open for birds and critters to steal.

Dimmingsun frowns at Dustystar's idea. It's not wrong, per say, but it is far from ideal. To show such blatant weakness to another Clan, regardless of friendly stance or not...

"I suppose we will have to do that."

He doesn't bother to hide his displeasure. Pride is what he is made out of, but that will get scorched anyway if he loses his Clanmates because he had been too stubborn to ask for help.

"We have given RiverClan herbs not too long ago, too..."

It's not an accusation. Meadowpaw had acted out of some need that he might never get to experience. He doesn't use the word owe, because Meadowpaw had made it sound like those herbs would have prevented disaster for RiverClan, had they been given earlier.

His attention is on Honeyflower then, and he doesn't miss the apologetic nature of her body language. That's fine, his gaze seems to suggest, though he does not address it out loud.

"A temporary medicine den would be perfect. A larger tunnel, perhaps... just so we have somewhere to put our injured."

Anything is better than the open.

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

There was irony, Merry found to this all, so dead set all his life to prove himself and stand on all four paws for himself. Despite his stubbornness and pride, he'd still ended up literally being supported at either side. The apprentice he risked his life for refusing to part from his side, all except when he ushered the young tom to go help out and on the other his mate, who rushed to his side from across the territory after the wind nearly scared him half to starclan. Neither dared leave his side, even though in these last few days the worst he had dealt with was an annoying cough and an ache in his ribs. His dazed state had lifted, and the tom was able to lend a paw in keeping the pocket of cats they had gathered safe and fed. Dimming told him not to overdo it, and that's exactly what he was following.

But, even so, he knew his own predicament didn't just affect him; there was something that had changed after all. Harefoot reassured Merry he was still him, but there was something more. It was only exacerbated by the influx of cats being reunited. The bittersweet reunification of families, kittens with parents, apprentices and mentors. He watched as Jaypaw trotted over to Sunnyspring. There was his own relief that coursed through his pelt, the reassurance his sister was okay, but like a call into the gorge, an echo, there was more. It welled within him like a cacophony of emotions; it was nearing overwhelming with everything happening. A pang of guilt, a ripple of joy, a sting of sorrow. None of them his own, it was... Strange. But it wasn't something he could mull on in the moment.

Instead, he pressed a nose to Harefoot, purring warmly. "I'll be back soon, dear." They were amongst clanmates now, they would all be okay. Merrystalk padded away from his mate and trotted after Jaypaw wth an exhausted smile knit across his brow as he headbutted his sister affectionately. "Ah, Starclan 'm glad yer safe, Sunny." He glanced at Jaypaw with a smile, curling his tail over the apprentice protectively. "Kept 'n eye on yer apprentice for ya', I'll say he certainly helped pull his weight in our camp, yer trainin' him well."

Merry didn't have the heart to tell her yet. Not when there were so many cats around, he'd want to try and tell Sunny and Goldy first, away from everyone else. They deserved to know, but with the whole clan there, it was the last thing they needed to hear. They needed morale, strength in the face of adversity, and he would try to maintain that. "Listen, I gotta go talk with the council, but I'll come check on ya' again later, 'm just..." The gale guard words waivered for a second, realising again how close he was to never seeing her like this again, he smiled. "'m just glad yer okay." With that, he smiled at Jaypaw too, and left the pair to talk; the apprentice seemed just as relieved to see his mentor after all.

Finally, he met with the rest of the council, and they spoke freely together with the clan all in earshot. Now would also not be the time to tell them, if anything, they wouldn't hear until his family had. But it wasn't something he wanted to hide from them, not when it had nearly dropped their numbers even lower. The gale guard sat down beside Dimmingsun, giving the rest of the council a tired greeting. "'m glad to see we're all in one piece, that's as good've a start as we can ask after everythin'." Merry gave a dry chuckle, giving it all, as he tried to stifile an irritating cough in the back of his throat. Instead, for a while, he simply listened, quietly and intently, to everyone's ideas.

Merrystalk couldn't fault any of it. From what he could discern from what Dimming had told him, the camp was in disarray; it would take time, but they could rebuild. "If we've been callin' Shadowclan our allies, now's a time as ever for 'em to prove that, 'm sure if we talked with Sablestar he'd be willin' to help us replenish our stocks." They had a paw up, that was certain, for Dusty and Sable being kin. From the joint clan hunting in the past, he really did seem dedicated to family; he had little doubt he would turn away the clan in such dire straits. "As fer patrols, 'm happy to lead huntin' 'r scoutin', 'nd we can ask our tunnelers to help with a temporary medicine den." He turned to Dimmingsun, with a nod. The team of tunnellers were a determined lot; they would be able to find good soil for it, probably well reinforced too.

Though a nagging thought crossed his mind, hung on to his lips for a moment before he spoke. "Was there anyone gravely injured? Is there still anyone unaccounted for? I know folks're still tricklin' in, but I dread to think anyone might be injured out there." It was the question he feared the most to be answered, any casualties or even demises. His stomach twisted just at the thought. Even if there was irony for him to be the one to address that hanging question, he just as much couldn't bear the thought of not knowing.

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OOC - Briefly talking to @harefoot @Sunnyspring @Jaypaw ⏾ & the council :3

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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.