Whac-A-Mink [WC/ShC]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

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Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 2] - Inactive

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Oh, there was an immensely vile feeling growing in her chest as Dawnstar ordered both clans to gather the minks they had gotten, and yet the senior warrior knew there was nothing she could do to rid herself of it. It was one of those moments when she'd have to grin and bear at, and she hated it. Swallowing her pride, knowing full well Twilightstar would prefer those in WindClan to behave themselves and stick to their alliance to its fullest - they weren't conniving, vile rogues to turn around and backstab those that had helped them, after all - the cream and tan molly dipped her head, picking up the minks she had managed to defeat as she would prey before she turned her gaze to the side, noticing her daughter alongside the furies that had come along on this patrol, all talking besides the medicine cat. As it stood, the calico seemed to be unamused about something as she inspected Wolffang, but whatever that was she dared not speak out of turn. This had been the first time since Cowtuft had left that she had seen the medicine cat not look like she wanted to flee at the mere thought of being surrounded by her clanmates. It was a magnificent leap from when she had last spoken to the young she-cat, but she would not push her luck. Too many cats surrounding her might prove too much, and might make her close herself off again. She would simply settle on asking her little bird about Lightningstorm's well being later.

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| +2 Minks |

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Twilightstar
Dawnstar finished cleaning a wound on her hind leg when Twilightstar arrived. The WindClan leader's face was bleeding where nasty nasty-looking scratches bled on her blind side. She had more wounds, but the ones on her face looked the worst. Once she finished observing the Clan leader, she looked around as her clanmates followed her in. She didn't appear phased upon hearing about the damage to her warriors. They weren't dead so that's all that matters.
Wounds heal.

"There were no grievous injuries on my side if you excluded Wolffang nearly getting his throat torn out by a mink, and the minks were all cleared from your hills. So it went well enough, however, your one warrior, Swiftfire. I would ensure that she understands how ranks work. Her blatant need to order cats around when given no authority was vexing. Her arrogance knows no bounds. Although the rest of your cats made it very clear that they dislike working with us, they fought well." She told Twilightstar as she rose to her paws.

"Wolffang was on his paws last I saw him, your medicine cat was looking him over. This was entertaining, you should invite us over again to play." She meowed in a sharp sarcastic tone. Grabbing her minks, Dawnstar called her clanmates to her side with a sharp lash of her tail before leading the way home.

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Leechscar remained unsurprised at the little rant Wolfang worked himself up into. It never took much to set him off and at this point, Leechscar's made a game out of it. He won every time Wolffang gave him a reaction. Most of what Wolffang said went into one ear and out the other. He gave up on arguing with him a long time ago. There was no point to it, yet that didn't mean Leechscar wouldn't rub his fur wrong every second he could.

His attention was caught at the mention of Twistedpaw, though. That got his hackles rising just a little bit, he narrowed his eyes at Ashfeather's name. First, considering who her mentor was Leechscar was pretty sure that anyone in the clan who'd tried to treat Twistedpaw like Wolffang had treated Ashfeather would disappear, their corpse tossed in the outskirts. Secondly, Leechscar wasn't buying this remorseful guilty act Wolffang had going on.

If he wanted redemption, he should have apologized profusely to his foster mother when she was still alive. Not that Leechscar would have accepted it, but if Ashfeather had his resentment for Wolffang wouldn't be as bad. But she was gone and Ashfeather wasn't Twistedpaw. No matter how similar they looked she was her own cat. Caring for Twistedpaw wasn't the same as caring for Ashfeather! Upset, Leechscar followed behind Wolffang as he made it over to Lightningstorm. As the cats began to head back, Leechscar waited to move with Lightningstorm.
@TheNyanCatMinecart - Wolffang