PAFP Camp WindClan Set the phasers to rot, what has got you distraught? 🌾 Sharing prey

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

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

Restless... That felt about apt. Day in and day out, Merrystalk had to find all sorts of ways to busy himself. Ever since the mentorships were officially put in place by Dustystar and his name was entirely omitted, his paws were empty. He had taken on plenty of responsibility beforehand, taking apprentices' training or hunting, or even understanding the clan borders. He was protective, defensive even, of the younger of the clan. It was how he was raised by Goldenroar, to help cats who needed an extra paw. Treat those around you like friends or kin, even if some days it was easier said than done. His brother took him under his wing, and he sought to return the kindness to the many young cats who, just like him, had been dropped off at the barn, alone and scared.

It was why he took the lack of an apprentice so rough. He supposed he could understand why; his outburst wasn't behaviour he would want an apprentice to see or replicate. Though it left the gale guard leaving frankly useless, without much else to do but patrol and hunt and, of course, kitsit for Owlbear. So that's what he found himself doing.

He held his head high with the weight of a freshly killed rabbit held in his maw; he had gone to hunt once before that day with a patrol. Owlbear and Honeyflower were well fed, even if the latter tried to say she could grab something herself, she deserved some rest, given it seemed she was close to having her kittens anyways.

But now, with a pump rabbit in his maw, lingering warmth in its flesh, Merrystalk wandered back into camp and spotted two of the three young cats who once looked to Alder for safety. He knew Ice, Pebble, and Gorse had all found life hard after the fire, and it wasn't as if he could fix all that loss, but some kindness and stability do wonders for scared young cats. It was the same kindness he was given growing up, after all. He had once been in their paws, frightened and thrown into a new environment, his whole life unheaved. So maybe he could try and help, one kind gesture at a time.

The gale guard padded not far from the apprentices, clicking his tongue as he placed the rabbit at his paws, casting his gaze over to them. "Either of ya' little fellers eaten yet? Got a fresh rabbit here if ya' wanna help yerself." His tail flicked absently; he wanted to check in on the pair, too.

Nutmegpurr was often hard to catch in a conversation on the best of days, but already Featherclaw had mentioned in passing that the apprentice had been lashing out, resistant to training. She didn't want to say much more, that guilty look in her eyes worried him that she blamed herself for the apprentice's behaviour, but there was no fault in the scenario. Just like Harefoot said, fear and grief leads to cats acting out of sorts, so to admit, Merry wanted to pick at the apprentice's brain, see just how skittish Ice may have become in the wake of the fire.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 28 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
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