Mistlewhisker [ @
Micanomancy ] Squirrlepaw [ @ @
furrensic ]
The massive she-cat followed the black feline out of camp on silent paws. The scarred leader swung her head in the direction of Squirrelpaw, having never noticed how skittish the apprentice was till now. Upon seeing that Dawnstar would join the patrol, the paw looked like she was seconds away from fainting. Dawnstar had skittish and overly anxious cats around her before, Nightshiver had always been the worst, until now. The large she-cat walked a few steps behind the mentor and apprentice pair, aware that Mistlewhisker was already surveying their surroundings.
Her tattered ears swerved in the direction of Mistlewhisker's voice as the molly instructed her apprentice. The corner of the muzzle lifted an itch after she registered what was side. Stay near her? Ha! Dawnstar was certain that Squirrelpaw would rather climb a tree before sticking close to the leader. Had Dawnstar been younger, she might have taken it a little more personality. Yet after doing this leader thing for the last several seasons, Dawnstar came to realize that came with all different quirks and personalities and that she had to stop taking things so personally.
Outside of her scars and muscular physique, Dawnstar exuded a natural confidence and control that put cats off. Although, she'll admit it's been a while since she'd dealt with anyone like Squirrelpaw. It's taken some time, but her clan has learned that so long as they didn't piss her off to a certain point, she wasn't as unreasonable as she appeared.
As Mistlewhisker caught a whiff of mice and told Squirrelpaw to help her hunt them, Dawnstar turned away and padded off some tail lengths to search for her prey. As much as she would like to see how well Mistlewhisker had taught the apprentice, Dawnstar was aware that her gaze could unnerve the toughest of cats. She could only imagine how anxious Squirrelpaw would having her watch her.
Dawnstar didn't have to go far to find something to hunt, with the weather warming prey was easy to find. There was a crow, head down pecking at the dirt for something. She slides into a natural hunting crouch and glides along the earth soundlessly. In one fluid motion, her claws hook into the wing of the bird before it fully spreads them. Its neck is broken as she slams a heavy paw down on the back of it. With the deceased bird caught, she padded back towards Mistlewhisker and Squirelpaw to see how they were doing.