Darkfall - @
Dark | Mistlewhisker - @
Mica | Petalrot - @
Neptune. | Moonmeadow - @
Dolomedes
Dawnstar was tired and sore, between going on one patrol, training, and then throwing herself into another patrol, she went to nap in her den. However, after rolling around restlessly in her nest for several long minutes and with no sign of sleeping coming to her, the leader gave up. Physically, her body could do with some rest. The mink scratches and bites along her body were healing at a steady rate. Yet she could still feel them throbbing with mild discomfort, reminding her that another patrol had to go out.
Seeing as her mind refused to let her sleep, she might as well work herself into exhaustion instead. So with a mighty shake of her pelt, Dawnstar exited her den with a yowl.
"Mistlewhisker, Petalrot, Moonmeadow, Darkfall. With me, we're going to clear the minks out of our territory." The giant snarled without a care of what anyone was doing. She gave an order it was just best to follow it. Cimbing up the slope that led out of the ravine, Dawnstar silently made her way into the territory.
"I don't know how many if any of you have fought a mink before, but some reminders." Dawnstar meowed without looking over at any cat. She hadn't had much combat against minks herself, but she learned fast.
"Minks are bigger than rabbits but smaller than average cats. They more aggressive than badgers, fast as a WindClanner, and can be as cunning as a fox. Their teeth are sharper than owl talons. Their dark pelts make them blend in with our territory far better than I would like."
Dawnstar pausing, taking a second to pull her front paw out of a extra muddy patch of earth.
"They like to bite and latch on, like leeches. Getting them off can be painful if you're not careful. Mind your necks, they seem to enjoy going for the throat. Stay together, get too far apart and they might overwhelm you. Fall, and you'll be dead before you can blink." Dawnstar faintly wondered if she should have brought a bigger patrol now that she was going over all the problems one faced fighting minks.
The pack of minks she had seen last hadn't been that large, just to large for her and an inexperined apprentice to take care off. She hadn't left this alone for that long, it should be fine. The mighty feline shoved aside her concerns with a soft growl. Nose twitching, she stifled her gag reflex as a foul oder wafted towards her, faintly mixed with the heathery tang of WindClan.
The WindClan scent was normal, the border was nearby, but that stink... It was revolting. Trying not to breath too deeply, she veered slightly off course and led the patrol behind a dense wall of ferns, the leader let out an outrageous hiss as soon as her eyes located the pile of rotting prey, dead frogs, decaying birds, half eaten mice.
"What the hell is this?" The Shadow Queen was livid. No one wastes prey in ShadowClan.
Before she could go on her little rage rant, her tattered ears swerved to the right, thick muscles tensing as a thunderous warning snarl bounced around the small clearing. It did little to deter the chitter cries from a threat she had yet to see. Her amber eye swept the area, until she located a large hole near the roots of a pine tree. She counted one, two heartbeats before the minks poured out of the hole in an unending stream.