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Originally Posted by Rani

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler | He/him | 49 Moons

Power Card: Cold Gust

Now now, so grumpy today Mistlewhisker! Which to be fair, should Riverclan show a hint of their pathetic hides Crowtooth would be too but he was forcing himself mellow for now in the sake of not being intolerable to be around. So little miss morose here should do the same.

"I do concur they are the worst wee beasties an' Ive seen a lotta beasties. Theyre just so endless an'.... wriggly. Dunno why but that they dont move right somehow makes all the bitin' an' such worse."
The tom shuttered a bit theatrically, though he was genuinely disturbed by those freakish little beasts. It was an odd feeling.


"Fer yer information the patrol aint said much. Most o' the cats on that patrol were among the first group ta encounter the creatures so ta get all prideful about yer situation would be hypocritical.

Good ta hear though, I feel neither o' us are anywhere near bein' done wit' those thin's"
Did Twilightstar pitch her idea of teaming up against the mink to shadowclan yet? If the mink were getting belligerent with their allies as well a joint attack would be unquestioned even by those reluctant to the team up, however the tom wasnt going to let that plan be known until his leader did.


Crowtooth didnt further comment on Dawnstars state, figuring by Mistlewhiskers reaction it'd only result in her being grumpy, and instead let out a dramatic wistful sight at the thought of a nap. One honestly sounded wonderful right now, sure he could handle late nights but after all the chaos of late a gathering was just so.... draining.
Yeah Crowtooth was flopping, large body thumping onto the sand with a low groan as he wiggled a bit, getting comfortable as he mused "Huh the sand 's more comfortable then I'd thought itd be. Bet I'll be shakin' it outta my pelt fer days though."

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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Crowtooth might have thought Mistlewhisker's gruff and apathetic nature was her being grumpy, and if she were any other cat, he might have been right. But this, for Mistlewhisker, was pretty much baseline. She did smirk at his description of minks as "wriggly", since yeah, that about summed it up.

The reassurance about the patrol meant very little to her, but if the tom insisted they weren't hypocrites, she wouldn't argue. She was certain she had seen some self-righteous smirks from some of them. Regardless, they had helped manage an unmanageable situation, and Mistlewhisker would be begrudgingly grateful for that. Her own pride was not big enough to prevent her from that.

Crowtooth's next action had Mistlewhisker turning her head to look at him head-on, a flicker of surprise alighting in her gaze. Oh stars, not him too! First Hawkbite rolling over and tapping her with his paws like he had bees in his brain, and now Crowtooth flopping over into the sand! Why was everyone so.... relaxed around her??? It was something Mistlewhisker was very unused to. She was frightening! She was an enforcer who had proven she was lethal to both cats and predators alike.

But... the sand did look comfortable. No, no she had no interest in getting her pelt all sandy and dragging that sand back to the fox pelt in her nest. Then she would be picking sand out of it for moons. She merely brought a paw up to her face, running it over her missing eye's socket in a self-soothing motion. "Sand is the worst." She muttered in agreement. "It's rough and coarse... and it gets everywhere."

Dawnstar stepped forward, and Mistlewhisker shot to attention. Her leader's announcements were expected in response to Bumblestar's, though Mistlewhisker was still irked at the idea of a cannibal living in their clan. She would have to keep her eye out for anyone acting suspiciously. Ah, and then the announcement of giving over Sunkissed Creek. Mistlewhisker remained still and appeared unbothered, but inside she was lashing her tail furiously. Her clanmates were so pathetic Dawnstar had given away territory to punish them. Had called off the raid on ThunderClan. Seemed to be done with ThunderClan all together. The enforcer swept her tail over her paws once Dawnstar was done, awaiting Twilightstar's report.

In the mean time, she looked back at Crowtooth. She had noticed Fallownose's absence, and it seemed everyone else had too. She wondered what happened. But she would not bring it up, lest Crowtooth think she was prying for information. Because she absolutely would have been. Instead, she peered at him curiously. "The minks," She began. "They came from the tunnels under WindClan territory, right?" She was curious as to what WindClan would do, should the minks simply retreat back to their burrows. "Do you have plans to flush them out?" Surely it was a security risk to let them continue to live under the territory... unless they already thought of that? Possible strategies and scenarios were already running at light speed through her brain, and her tail flicked a few times, almost out of... excitement?