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[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

{$title} Occurs the night following Owlbear's asthma attack, Merrystalk gets a rude awakening that night, realising he's not where he's meant to be...

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

As Merrystalk reluctantly settled in his nest, he couldn't seem to settle his mind. That guilt still writhed in his chest, like a sickness that wouldn't unhand him. He wanted to find the apprentice, try and apologise and set things straight. But she deserved space and he needed to word things [/i]better[/i] this time. He had been harsh when she was just trying to voice her concerns, and he didn't truely listen to her. Merry knew that now, and he would try to make amends. Or... Make a start.

For now, he would rest. Wake up early, get his head straight and own up to his mistakes. The tortie curled up in his nest and tried to rest. It was usually something that came to him with ease, more than known as a far too lax cat who could fall asleep at a moment's notice. But even now, it was fitful, restless. Like he could feel every lump under his nest, every stray bit of moss poking into his skin. He writhed in his nest, trying to fall asleep. Whenever he would, he knew it would be awful...

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Merry didn't know when he fell asleep. Did he at all? He never felt that comforting tug of nothingness that came with sleep; instead, he pried his eyes open and felt a jolt of panic. He hadn't hesitated to jump to his paws, realising he wasn't in his nest. He wasn't even in Windclan. No, not anymore. Instead, everything was blanketed under a thicket, dark and cold. So, very, cold. The comforting heat of greenleaf nights had faded, and this place had sapped the warmth from his paws.

The gale guard's eyes scanned around the place, and it seemed vacant. But his heart thudded in his chest, terror beginning to grip him. Where the fuck had he ended up? He looked up, hoping to find some semblance of time passage. It was still dark so it couldn't have been that long, right? He tentatively padded along the frigid, dead grass underpaw, looking through the branches overhead. But a lump grew in his throat; the night had been clear, and it was here too, but the sky was empty. Hollow. No moon, no stars.

His mouth grew dry, and dread gripped his whole form. Particularly as a noise caught his attention, it was small, almost unnoticeable. But it was enough to send a chill darting down his spine, fur stood on end as the tortie looked around like a cornered animal. "Who's there?" His voice was a low snarl, trying to seem far more in control of the situation than he really was. Eyes flickering between the trees that felt as if they closed in around him. "Where the fuck have ya' taken me to."

— 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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