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Mica [Mistlewhisker - having it set after the Suprise patrol works.]
The heavily scarred tabby trails behind the large black she-cat silently. The report of a mink found so deep in their territory was troubling. It meant that they were further encroaching on ShadowClan's territory. The fight at the border hadn't been all that long ago. Dawnstar bore a new scar across her face, a jagged scratch that cut across her eyelids.
She had gotten lucky, any deeper, and she would have had problems with her vision. That injury proved to be the most aggravating while it healed. The inflammation recently went down, allowing her to open and shut her eyelids. She could see out of both eyes again, but the scabbing was killing her. If she had nothing to distract her, she'd have to sit on her hind paw to keep from itching at it.
Dawnstar grunted softly after Mistlewhisker finished explaining. Dawnstar began sniffing around the cove searching for fresh mink scents or holes. This would be a great place for them to take root. The leader didn't pick up that musky, skunky scent that minks tended to give off. ShdowClan's sharp, woodsy, pine scent was in the air, but not overwhelmingly. It felt like she had been sent on a wild rabbit chase. The leader wasn't upset with that, she'd rather they search high and low and find no sign of minks over the opposite.
While sniffing around a cluster of bracken, a surprise flew at her, landing with a loud plop, on the middle of her face. Dawnstar jerked back, hissing with annoyance, her vision clouded by a slimy greenish body. She struggled with removing the frog, it was disgustingly sticky and wasn't budging an inch as she shook her head from side to side. Oh, if glares could kill!
This felt upsettingly familiar. Growing increasingly dizzy, she plopped her rear end on the ground and lifted a forepaw to poke at the stupid creature. As soon as she touched it, the frog jumped off, flinging itself to the ground and out of Dawnstar's sight before she could kill it. With her ears pinned back and a scowl on her muzzle, Dawnstar stomped to the creek without bothering to glance at Mistlewhisker.
Pouting and seething, the leader stuck a forepaw into the water to wet her paw and clean the slime off her face. Her tail whipped behind her irritable. When she had first been learning how to hunt them had been the last time she had been caught off guard by a frog. As an apprentice, she yowled in shock after getting hit in the face by the pest and frightened off all the nearby prey. Her mother and mentor, Icestar had not been pleased, she had gone to sleep hungry for the next few sunrises.