All We Could Want Here, All We Could Need Here [p]

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ]
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The Gathering had been simultaneously eventful and boring. No one had gotten into fights, and the river rats had shown they were the furthest thing from a united front they could be without blowing up into a full mutiny. Mistlewhisker had mulled over the possibility of a RiverClan mutiny on the way home, amused by the thought. Wouldn't that be something? ThunderClan had been unremarkable save for the kit acting as medicine cat (Mistlewhisker's maternal instinct had bristled at the thought of someone so young carrying the fate of the clan), and WindClan had only interested her as far as Crowtooth's promotion went.

Speaking of that whole situation... Mistlewhisker had felt more than seen Dawnstar's jealousy towards the rabbit, which was something that bemused her. As far as Mistlewhisker knew, it wasn't against any rules to be friends with other clan cats. Besides, Mistlewhisker had thought she made it very clear that the moment peace between ShadowClan and WindClan was broken, Crowtooth would be her first target.

As the clan dispersed for the night, Mistlewhisker silently followed Dawnstar to the Leader's den. Dawnstar didn't immediately filet her remaining eye, so the Deputy counted that as a good sign. The kittens were asleep in the nest; a giant pile of snoozing brown and chocolate fur that rose and fell with tiny breaths. Mistlewhisker's voice was soft as she spoke so she wouldn't wake them. "You are unhappy with my behavior towards Crowtooth." The sentence held no accusation or question, just stating what she had observed. "I will insist on my loyalty belonging solely to you, Dawnstar. He is simply a trifle that entertains me."

Mistlewhisker settled not too far from the nest, tail tapping the den floor gently. "Though I will admit, jealousy looks good on you." Was that perhaps too bold? "Ah... forgive me, I presume too much." The Deputy dipped her head in apology, though it was less about her assumption and more about her inability to keep it to herself.

[When Mistlewhisker was made, Sevika from Arcane had been her voice claim. But ever since listening to EPIC, all I can hear her as is Athena...]

[Undertaker]

@Mica - Mistlewhisker [Wow, now all I hear is Athean. I've got ATLA Azula when it comes to Dawnstar's voice in my head]

Once her paws reached the camp entrance, Dawnstar headed straight for her den to check on the kits. The camp was quiet and all the pests were asleep so she wouldn't have to worry about playing the question game with them. Or worse trying to get them to settle down and play nice with each other. Dawnstar wasn't sure if it was because they were blessed with so many siblings, but she never recalled picking fights as much as these guys do with each other.

Her head turned and her amber eyes gleamed a silent warning as her ears picked up the approaching paw steps. The leader fixed the single green eye peering back at her with a scowl. What did she want? The deputy strolls in and settles down behind the nest full of kits as if she belongs. Such impudences, how annoying. She pins her ears back when the dungheap of a deputy is brought up. He hadn't even been a lasting thought in her head until Mistlewhisker brought him up.

"Wonderful, thanks for ruining my night." Dawnstar's soft snarl was riddled with dry sarcasm while she reluctantly padded over to Mistlewhisker and settled between her and the nest of kits. Nothing personal, Dawnstar's gotten comfortable with the feeling of their little bodies near her belly.

"Well, your trifling vexes me." She huffed dropping her head to rest on her extended forepaw. Her ears twitch erratically at the word jealousy. Is that what this was?! Her jealousy of that half-brain skunk! Impossible. However, she didn't mind the skunk until he started chatting with Mistlewhisker like that. The desire to turn cats into corpses is often fueled by a sense of transgression. There was no fun in killing cats for the sake of killing. Still, nothing was coming to mind there.

Maybe she was jealous? You know what whatever, she analyzes this new flaw and figures out how to deal with it later. In the meantime, she gave Mistlewhisker a nasty stinkeye and quietly lashed her tail behind her. This was all her fault! "Me, jealous, preposterous. Perhaps a visit to Mossfreckle is needed since you're obviously seeing wrong." Dawnstar scoffed. Even if she was jealous, that was going to the grave with her, preferably alongside Crowtooth.

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ]
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"You are welcome." The ShadowClan Deputy meowed blandly as Dawnstar sarcastically thanked her for ruining her night. Mistlewhisker remained close to the entrance, in case Dawnstar truly had enough of her and sent her packing. She might have gotten more comfortable around the Leader, but she wasn't going to ruin her good standing by overstepping. She wrapped her long tail around her paws, resisting a soft smile at the sound of the kittens beginning to purr en masse as their mother settled around them.

The smile slipped out under her carefully maintained (and carefully dropped) mask, her one good eye glinting in the dim den. "Perhaps you are right," she sighed in fake resignation. "Perhaps I am delusional. Maybe I only saw what I wanted to see." Her eye twinkled again. "Mossfreckle may have to take my eye in the process. A shame. I do hope you know that I will forever miss your scowl."

Whether the joke landed or not, Mistlewhisker left that conversation behind. She enjoyed banter--shocker, I know--but wasn't the type of cat to partake in it often. Her work-oriented personality often left her without many friends, but when she found them, her wit could be just as sharp as her claws. Hawkbite, Dawnstar, Darkfall and unfortunately now Crowtooth had become the few who Mistlewhisker let see that side of her. It was... strange, having a mate. Mistlewhisker had never wanted one, and frankly her inexperience with romance was sort of dragging her down, here. While normally she was good at reading cats, Dawnstar had this funny way of making her second guess herself. It was infuriating, but also exhilarating, oddly enough. It was a new challenge that Mistlewhisker could surmount, and stars did she love those.

The Deputy glanced at the den entrance, the camp silent save for the night creatures making their presence known. "My "trifling" vexes me too." She meowed after a moment, wry amusement in her voice. "It is so unlike me, and yet I find myself making meaningless conversation just to remain by your side." The feline cast her Leader a long-suffering look. "The effect you have had on me is abhorrent, I hope you know that."

[God forbid she makes any sense when around Dawnstar ]