[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 39 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ]
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Mistlewhisker had been occupied by the creek, tail swishing idly behind her as she scoured the babbling waters for minnows. She could hear the pawsteps of her leader, and judging by their slow, meandering pace, Mistlewhisker could judge nothing was amiss. That was until the enforcer heard a furious hiss, making her whirl around, claws out and ready to rip and tear.

When Mistlewhisker saw Dawnstar sitting on her hind quarters, plucking a frog from her face with a look of disgust, the enforcer merely angled her head curiously. Of course, internally, she was cackling her ass off. But she kept her face carefully schooled into neutrality, sheathing her claws and returning to the brook. Dawnstar's presence lumbered up beside her, the splashing of water accompanying the grumpy leader's thwacking tail. Mistlewhisker eyed the brush where the frog had disappeared, licking her lips thoughtfully. Without a word she peeled away from Dawnstar and disappeared after the frog.

It wasn't hard to catch. Frogs were her favorite, and Mistlewhisker had spent endless days as an apprentice training to stalk up on the jumpy creatures before leaping at it, not allowing it a moment to hop away. This frog was no different. A slit to the neck had its croak dying pitifully, and Mistlewhisker snatched the offender in her jaws before returning to Dawnstar.

Setting her catch at her leader's paws, Mistlewhisker sketched a playful bow, good eye sparkling with amusement. Though, this amusement wasn't at Dawnstar's misfortune. She didn't know why, but being around Dawnstar had her pushing the limits, had her toeing the line between duty and delight, ambition and danger. It was maddening, but it was so new and exciting that she felt unable to pull away. "The traitor, delivered to your paws." She purred simply, then returned to her post by the water. She was not afraid of Dawnstar, as she probably should have been. She was afraid of very little. Besides, why would she be afraid of someone who she wholeheartedly agreed with? Most of the time, that was.

After a beat of silence, Mistlewhisker spoke again. "I think I will fish before returning." She turned her one-eyed gaze to Dawnstar, a silent invitation hanging between them.