[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by ItsATryp

Chestnutfeather had just left the ShadowClan camp with Mistlewhisker, the pair having decided to go out on a hunting trip. Chesnutfeather agreed to go because he wanted some time out of camp, to be honest. He got easily agitated when he had nothing to do, which was his situation for the majority of the day. So when Mistlewhisker suggested they hunt together, he happily agreed, despite his usual grumpy nature.

"Which way should we go?" He asked his hunting partner, stopping to look around the forest. He spoke quietly and gently, as he didn't want to scare any potential prey off even if they weren't hunting just yet.

@Mica

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 38 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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Mistlewhisker needed out of camp, and she needed to hunt. She desired to feel something crack and break under her paws, and what better way to do that than hunt? It was beneficial, efficient, and made her feel like she was actually doing something rather than sitting around camp arguing with cats who couldn't have more than a single bee for a brain. She had ordered the first warrior she saw to accompany her. Normally, Mistlewhisker liked to hunt alone. But with the threats cropping up in the territory, it wasn't safe to hunt alone anymore.

Mistlewhisker swiveled her head to look at Chestnutfeather with her good eye, then around at the forest around them. "Follow me." She meowed, not waiting for him before setting off in a brisk pace, tail lashing behind her with pent up energy. She was headed towards an alcove she knew with plenty of hiding spaces for prey.

And predators, as they were about to find out.

When they arrived, Mistlewhisker parted her jaws and scented the air for any prey. The air was permeated with something... sour, however, and it made the fur on her spine stand up. She looked over her shoulder at Chestnutfeather. "Stay alert." Slipping further into the copse of trees, Mistlewhisker stayed low to the ground, scenting around each alcove for prey and predator. The sour scent seemed to fade after a while, and Mistlewhisker's concern was pushed to the back of her mind when she heard the skittering of tiny mouse paws in the undergrowth nearby. Dropping into a hunter's crouch, the enforcer stalked the creature before leaping on it with a powerful blow, killing it instantly. The thrill of the kill hardly assuaged her anger, though. Huffing, she started to bury the mouse so she could continue hunting, but a low snarl behind her had her whirling around and coming face to face with a pair of glinting eyes hidden in the shadows.

Mistlewhisker froze, staring at the hidden creature. She said nothing, only let out a low warning growl to hopefully get Chestnutfeather's attention. It seemed like this creature--whatever it was--was not pleased with them catching prey where it had evidently made a nest. Well, she wasn't happy it had made a nest where they were catching prey!

Mistlewhisker caught the creature's scent again, and her eye widened slightly. She... recognized it. Vaguely, but she still did. Mink. It had been all over Dawnstar when she returned from the patrol she had injured her shoulder in. How had they gotten this far into the territory?? Just as she opened her mouth to call to Chestnutfeather, the mink sprung from it's little den, colliding with Mistlewhisker with surprising strength and sending her sprawling to the ground. She yowled furiously, digging her claws into its sides and hurling it off of her, springing up to her feet to meet it head on as it clashed with her again.