[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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[Quillpaw - @furrensic ]
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Mistlewhisker grunted in agreement as Quillpaw suggested they take more of ThunderClan's territory. Mistlewhisker had no desire to take RiverClan's marshes or WindClan's moors, but ThunderClan's forests were just as Quillpaw described it: lively. She was still frustrated at the loss of Sunkissed Creek, but knew that one day they would take it back. She just hoped to be there when they did.

Mistlewhisker nodded as Quillpaw correctly identified the scent of moss across the border. "Good. A lot of ThunderClan warriors smell of moss and decaying leaves." It was a more pleasant scent than fish, but still irritating. Mistlewhisker began padding along the border, not waiting for Quillpaw to follow. "Herondive Hollow used to be a marsh not unlike Saltmeadow Marsh. It was named after the herons that would frequent the swamp." She flicked her tail at the dried up flats between the dark trees. "It has long since dried up. There's not a lot of prey here either, unless you like crickets." Not a big bug eater herself, Mistlewhisker didn't understand why anyone would want to hunt here.

As they padded further along the border, the trees began to thin out and give way to brush and bracken. The trees became smaller and thinner, interspersed with gnarled willow trees. Their long, wispy branches were starting to bud with leaves as Newleaf came out in full force. Mistlewhisker looked over the moors on the other side of the willows, the wind howling in greeting. "This is Whispering Wetlands." The enforcer glanced at Quillpaw. "You know the drill. What do you scent?"