Sunlit Fishing [p]

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 39 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ]
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Mistlewhisker’s lip twitched upward at the cold enthusiasm glittering in Dawnstar’s eyes. Forever the leader contemplating how to keep her clan in line.

Dawnstar looked less than pleased with the meal, and Mistlewhisker could understand. She finished her chunk rather swiftly; if she ate it quickly she wouldn’t have to deal with it for long. Neither of them were cats who would waste prey, so the fish was finished and buried for the earth to reclaim.

As Dawnstar began to clean her paw, Mistlewhisker took it as permission to rasp her tongue over her own and bring it up to run over her face. Relaxing? Mistlewhisker glanced at Dawnstar curiously. Mistlewhisker had been “trained” in the ways of “relaxing” by Hawkbite, but that had been lazing in a corner of camp after a days work. This version of “relaxing” felt more her speed. Clearly it was Dawnstar’s too.

Then the leader was asking what she wanted in return. Mistlewhisker didn’t scoff or blanch at the idea—transactional interactions are commonplace in the clans—but instead she merely canted her head to the side and thought. She hadn’t come here with an end goal in mind other than confirming there were no more minks. Her offer to teach Dawnstar how to fish was merely that: an offer. What would she even bargain for here? More power? More responsibility? Favor? She had all those things with the Enforcers. She didn’t need any more than what she had.

Usually, Mistlewhisker would have dipped her head and assured the leader that her intentions were pure, but the day’s events combined with the challenging gleam in her leader’s eyes had loosened the enforcer’s tongue a little. “Allow me the honor of doing it again some time.” She meowed, long tail flicking slowly behind her. Simultaneously she sounded very serious, while also managing to have a hint of a playful smile that could have very well been a trick of the light. Playing with fire, she thought. This never goes well for anyone. She was balancing the line between making a powerful friend or a deadly enemy. Mistlewhisker had no delusions about Dawnstar and her personality—she was smart, harsh and steadfast.

Cruel, some would say. Effective, Mistlewhisker would argue.

ShadowClan was the most stable of the clans for a reason. She had played the game and knew how to come out on top. Mistlewhisker would gladly be a pawn for a Queen who could bring their clan to stability and keep it there.

“That is all I desire.”