[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 38 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and pale green eye (left gouged out)]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ] [Petalrot - @Neptune. ] [Moonmeadow - @Dolomedes ] [Darkfall - @Dark ]
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Mistlewhisker flicked an ear when she heard her name being called, eye glittering with curiosity. Clearing out the minks, hm? This could get deadly. The molly stretched the stiffness from her limbs settled in there by the chill of leafbare and followed the patrol into the territory. It was about time she brushed up on her battle skills in a setting that wasn't an assessment or a spar. The large molly walked beside Darkfall, her fellow enforcer now a good friend. The rest of the patrol was made up of cats she had only seen briefly, and while Moonmeadow's timeliness on patrols had pleased her, she had yet to see her battle prowess. Mistlewhisker certainly hoped both she and Petalrot did not disappoint. She didn't know much about the latter, though bug's wariness was clear as they approached the border.

Dawnstar's explanation of minks had the large warrior narrowing her eye in thought. Minks sounded like they could quickly become a problem worse than lynxes or badgers, if they were as vicious as the leader explained. Pack predators were very difficult to deal with, let alone ones who could multiply like rabbits. Mistlewhisker eyed the patrol, wondering if they should have brought more cats.

The scent was what she noticed at first. The heathery tang of WindClan had been nearly wiped away by the sickeningly sweet scent of rot and decay, the distant buzz of flies reaching her torn ears. The enforcer wrinkled her nose with a low growl. Either there was a body they hadn't discovered yet, or someone had been leaving prey out as carrion food. She hadn't though of WindClan as stupid enough to leave prey out, especially during leaf bare, and she certainly did not expect that behavior from ShadowClan.

As it turns out, neither clan was responsible for the pile of mangled, half-eaten prey corpses. There was a low chorus of chittering and scrabbling that permeated the thick silence, echoing around them. Mistlewhisker's ears pinned back, muscles rippling along her shoulders as she primed herself for an attack. She hardly had any time to realize just how in trouble they were before the creatures streamed from a hole in the roots of a pine tree, flooding the air around them like a disgusting, writhing ocean of dark fur.

Mistlewhisker heard yowls of surprise from her patrol mates, and the enforcer quickly whirled to focus her good eye on Petalrot. She took one step towards the warrior before a mink near her size--which was pretty damn big--barreled into her with a shrill shriek, tiny claws sharper than a kit's tearing into her flank. Mistlewhisker howled in rage, twisting to snap her teeth at the mink's throat. It was too quick, jerking away and writhing like a snake before launching at her neck, barely missing as Mistlewhisker rolled away, keeping low to the ground so it couldn't attack her stomach. Another mink flew over her back, catching her ear in its claws before it disappeared into the writhing mass. This was bad. Mistlewhisker snarled at the mink who had its beady little eyes locked on hers, leaping forward and trapping the mink in a death grip, the two tumbling away in a flurry of claws and teeth.