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[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 39 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and pale green eye (left gouged out)]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Lynxshade - @Wingnettle ]
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Mistlewhisker had quite enough of the clan as a whole, and needed something to take her mind off of it. She had spent time one on one with most of the Enforcers save for Lynxshade, and the molly figured it was time to remedy that. Lynxshade had been MIA for a bit, though Mistlewhisker could hardly blame her after the loss of her tail. After losing an eye, Mistlewhisker had been... less than present for a few moons. Perhaps this could help ease the Enforcer back into the clan. It would be a shame to lose an Enforcer like Lynxshade.

Mistlewhisker approached the lynx-point, flicking an ear in greeting. "Join me for hunting?" She asked.

[TIME FOR THE TWO HOTTEST GIRLBOSSES IN SHADOWCLAN TO BOND]

[Wingnettle]

Lynxshade

Shadowclan Enforcer
29 moons | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T3) | Bilingual (T3)

Lynxshade was resting without much peace into the warrior's den, kept staring at her spine finishing with a furry stump instead of a long, elegant tail.

She continued gnawing that bone she so much hated and loved at the same time, for it symbolized the revenge of her family and herself: the femur of the coyote that had killed her uncle and scarred her for life not once, but twice. It was already engraved with countless tooth scratches, and in the middle, she had sucked out some of the marrow she could take.

A very familiar shape entered the bracken-covered entrance and greeted the grumpy she-cat, but as soon as she recognized Mistlewhisker she relaxed and forced out a little smile. She flicked her own ear to greet her back, and as soon as she heard the offer she tucked the bone back inside her nest and silently accepted to hunt for the first time after her encounter with the coyote.

The sunlight was strong. Newleaf had finally approached, and she stretched her body with a pleased purr before turning to the other Enforcer and asking: "Where do you intend to go?"

She knew her balance had been off since the loss of her tail, but she couldn't put off the fear of discovering that she couldn't hunt like before anymore. It was time, and she would do it as best as possible.

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@Mica FINALLY

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer

she/her | 39 moons
[Large black cat with a half-white muzzle and pale green eye (left gouged out)]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Lynxshade - @Wingnettle ]
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Mistlewhisker knew that a lot of ShadowClan warriors had strange... mementos in their nests. Often from past conquests. Mistlewhisker's one-eyed gaze traveled over to her own nest, the fox's pelt wrapped among the moss and sticks to make a fluffy, comfortable nest. She hadn't known Lynxshade held a bone, one that was too big to be a cat's, in her nest. She would have to ask, some time.

As Lynxshade followed her out into the sunshine, the elder molly understood the pleased purr that escaped her fellow enforcer. Things were finally warming up! Mistlewhisker lead the way out of camp. "I've heard rumors of a flock of pheasants passing through the area." She meowed, giving Lynxshade a knowing look. "Thought we could see if those rumors are true."

Out into the territory the two cats traveled, Mistlewhisker maneuvering based on the faint scent of many birds collected in one place. Pheasants, while rather easy to kill, were difficult when in large groups. A cat was liable to get trampled by dull talons if they weren't careful. But if one could initiate a chase, and had the skill in order to snag a few birds, hunting pheasants could be incredibly fun. Mistlewhisker felt she and Lynxshade could use some "fun" right about now, and what better way to do it than by getting food for the clan?

Eventually, the scent became overwhelming. Mistlewhisker raised her tail to signal the other cat to stop. They could hear the squabbling and chirping of many birds in one place, and Mistlewhisker confirmed it by peering through a line of bushes to find several pheasants. She twisted to Lynxshade, eye sparkling. "You're faster than I. You scare them towards me and catch up?"

[Wingnettle]

Lynxshade

Shadowclan Enforcer
29 moons | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T3) | Bilingual (T3)

Mhh, this is interesting. A flock of pheasants? They were rather large and had good talons, but she had always wanted to try out their taste.

She nodded with conviction, but remained in silence since her mind was already trying to figure out a plan to snatch them without creating a chaos that would make them lose the birds.

She followed the other Enforcer in the forest, enjoying every patch of sunlight that could filter through the pine trees, and eventually found the same scent that Mistlewhisker had.

They crouched behind a few thorny bushes and observed the flock through narrowed eyes. There was a faint breeze, and for a short moment Lynxshade realized that her tail wasn't brushing the ground anymore. She didn't have a tail at all, now.

She couldn't let uncertainty grasp her now. Lynxshade nodded to Mistlewhisker, remaining silently so not to scare the birds and sneaked away. Yes. Her pupils reduced to slits as she selected the weakest birds of the group. There were some young ones, but they were too far away so she chose some older bird at the corner of the flock.

Suddenly she sprinted away, and a chaos of feathers and beaks and talons was triggered. She managed to divide a few of them from the rest and changed direction to take them to where Mistlewhisker was hiding. "Now!"As soon as she figured which one she would follow after, she chose the other one and leaped on it with unsheathed claws.

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@Mica

[Mica]

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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[Lynxshade - @Wingnettle ]
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One moment, everything was peaceful. The pheasants were chattering, pecking at the ground and blissfully unaware of the torment they were about to experience. Mistlewhisker kept her eye on a rather fat pheasant near to her, mouth watering in anticipation. The clan would eat very well tonight.

The next moment, chaos broke out. A blur of white and grey sprung from the bushes, diving into the group of birds and giving chase. Streaking out of the bushes, Mistlewhisker threw herself at the pheasant, large paws thundering on the ground. The birds scattered, shrieking with surprise and diving into bushes and tripping over roots. They were fast little critters, and Mistlewhisker ran for a while chasing them, a grin pulling at her lips. The thrill of the hunt was something she savoured, and this was just the thing she needed to make her feel alive again. It was partially the reason she had asked Lynxshade on this hunt. She knew losing a part of yourself; an eye, a tail, it was devastating. Perhaps Lynxshade was doing alright. Perhaps she had found a way to cope. But in case she wasn't, in case she was still grappling with that loss, this was the way Mistlewhisker knew how to help.

Besides, she just really wanted pheasant.

Eventually her pheasant stumbled on a stone, allowing Mistlewhisker to give a last push to reach it. Springing the last cat length, Mistlewhisker landed on the pheasant with a heavy thud, snapping its spine like a twig. The thing went limp immediately, and Mistlewhisker used her momentum to launch forward again, landing within a paw's reach from another pheasant. She snagged its wing in her claws, dragging it towards her or the kill. Two. Not bad. That second jump had been a lucky break, though. These birds were big, though, and Mistlewhisker knew that had she been much smaller, she wouldn't be able to carry them.

She looked up to catch Lynxshade's kill--had she gotten her pheasant? Maybe more?

[Wingnettle]

Lynxshade

Shadowclan Enforcer
29 moons | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T3) | Bilingual (T3)

A chaos of feathers and birds' shriekings. But Lynxshade was focused, and when she leaped, she landed neatly and exploded into a run for the closest pheasant. One of her ears turned backward to where Mistlewhisker was making her catch, but she didn't let this distract her.

She felt the blood pulsing in her ears. She felt alive again.
How much time was it since she had hunted like this? Her clanmates didn't know it, but after Lynxshade had lost her tail, she had tried countless times to catch prey in solo sessions and she had failed more than half of them. Her mood had worsened, and she had unconsciously shut herself away from the clan for some time.

Walking without a tail was weird. Running was easy enough because Shadowclan's territory didn't pose much of a problem as it was flat terrain all over. But hunting live prey was totally another story. She had felt helpless. Weak. Incapable. But today was different; if Mistlewhisker could hunt with one eye, she realized that she could do it as well without a tail. Why should it be different?

She ran and leaped, using her whole body to balance herself, and stretched out her forelegs with claws unsheathed, landing neatly on a young pheasant's back. Her body pressed down so that it couldn't scratch her with its talons and her mouth went instinctively to its neck.
The bird was dead, and the rest of the flock had disappeared.

She grabbed the heavy bird by the neck and dragged it back to where her fellow clanmate was probably waiting.
Two. She managed to get two of them. She ended up once again to doubt of her abilities, but this time shook her head and decided to forget it. The blood of the pheasant trickled on her neck. It was warm and comforting.
She let it down and stared at the other Enforcer.

Something pushed her to speak. To let it out, finally. And she decided to listen to it.

"...It's been hard."She admitted, knowing Mistlewhisker would surely understand.

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@Mica

[Mica]

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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[Lynxshade - @Wingnettle ]
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Mistlewhisker could tell Lynxshade was eyeing her two pheasants, and she locked eyes with the enforcer. "Luck is half of hunting." Was all she said, glancing at her catches. Besides, she had been doing this for a whole ten moons longer than Lynxshade. Reaching down to drag her pheasants together so she could better carry them, Mistlewhisker listened as Lynxshade seemed to pause, on the verge of saying something.

"...It's been hard."

Mistlewhisker looked up, face impassive as she studied Lynxshade. She didn't look at the rosette molly long, choosing to study her pheasants instead. "It is." She meowed after a long moment, gaze distant. "It will continue to be so, for a while." It took Mistlewhisker several long, agonizing moons to learn how to fight, hunt, live with only one of her eyes. But she liked to think she became stronger for it. The memories of the badger bearing down on her had faded, only cropping up at certain sensations, or sometimes when sleep took her back to that moment. But in the end, Mistlewhisker was proud to be as she was, even with only one eye. Especially with one eye. Mistlewhisker glanced up again, and this time a small smile rested on her muzzle. "Just remember that you will adapt. Do not curse yourself for taking time to do so."

Mistlewhisker made to hoist her pheasants up so they could return, the sentimental talk making her skin itch, but she realized that Lynxshade might want to respond. She had brought the molly out here to feel better, and if talking did that, Mistlewhisker wouldn't leave before she was ready. So she twisted her head, nibbling at some debris that had gotten stuck in her fur while she waited to see if Lynxshade wanted to say anything more.

[Wingnettle]

Lynxshade

Shadowclan Enforcer
33 moons | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T3) | Bilingual (T3)

Mistlewhisker's understanding tone made Lynxshade's tired muscled finally relax, convincing her to sit down and take some time for her to think. And maybe, the other Enforcer would do that, too.

She glanced at the other she-cat, wondering whether she should ask the tempting question or not. In the end, she decided that the outcome wouldn't matter so much, maybe. Or she forced herself to think so.

She crouched down, tucking her paws beneath her chest and closing her eyes for a moment.
"...You know, from the moment I saw you I knew you would make a fine Enforcer. Everyone in Shadowclan seems to be fond of you." And she was sure it was true. How could one cat conquer so much trust in such a short time, Lynxshade would never understand it.

"What is your story, Mistlewhisker? Did you find Shadowclan as I did, or maybe you were born here like many others? How did you lose your eye?" She asked in a soft voice, glancing at her from her seat. She couldn't help but think of her own story, and the memories of herself traveling long and far after losing her home to a wild fire. And my brother...

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@Mica

[Mica]

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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[Lynxshade - @Wingnettle ]
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Mistlewhisker raised her brows as Lynxshade confessed she had a good feeling about her from the beginning, a small, wry smile forming on her lips. "Oh?" Mistlewhisker ran a paw over her ear, quietly snorting to herself as Lynxshade said ShadowClan seemed... fond of her. "I think you give me too much credit, Lynxshade." She meowed. "I would understand if they respected me. But as for being fond..." She put her paw down, canting her head to the side. "That seems illogical." Why would anyone be fond of her? Save for apprentices, because their childish antics allowed themselves to do that. Fondness was an invitation for weakness. Mistlewhisker herself certainly wasn't fond of anyone, though she did hold a great deal of respect for her fellow enforcers. They did see a lot more of her than the rest of the clan, and she did feel more comfortable around the elite group. But surely, that wasn't being fond of them. Surely she wasn't fond of Squirrelpaw or Goopypaw, either. ... But then what was that?

Luckily Lynxshade saved her with a question, this time delivered with almost reverent shyness. Her story? It wasn't one she thought about very often. She wasn't ashamed of her history, and would tell someone if they really wanted to know. But at this point, she just didn't understand why anyone would want to know.

Mistlewhisker, just for the sake of having something to do while talking, pulled her pheasant toward her and began plucking the feathers from it's wings. She liked the feeling of them under her paws. "I was born in ShadowClan to two rather unremarkable warriors who died not long after I was born." She said this with complete neutrality, as she had come to terms with their deaths long ago. "My mentor, Thornwing, was more of a father to me than my biological one." Ah, she missed the old bugger. Perhaps fondness was what she felt for him. "As for my eye..." She sighed as she recalled the ridiculous circumstances in which she had lost it. "Badger fight. Perhaps not a moon after I had been named a warrior." She had been brighter then, fresh-faced and excited to serve the clan. She had been told her enthusiasm and passion would get her the stars, if she wanted them. All it took was an overeager mistake that cost her permanent dis-figuration and disability. The only indication of her annoyance at her past self was a too-hard yank of a feather. "Moved in too early and was surprised by its speed." A shrug. "I have never made the same mistake again, though."

Mistlewhisker met Lynxshade's gaze. "Some learn from mistakes like mine, and others die from it. I was very lucky." She tore out another feather, marveling at how it shimmered in the light. "I became a fearsome warrior in spite of it, and am proud of my accomplishments." From anyone else, it might have sounded boastful or narcisistic, but from Mistlewhisker, it was simply a statement of her opinion.

Indicating she was done, she jerked her head at Lynxshade. "You mentioned coming to this clan. Did you intend to tell me about it?" She would admit she was a bit curious about the younger enforcer.