Shiverpaw.
She/her - ShadowClan - Apprentice.
The fluffy-furred she was organizing a bunch of trinkets and knick-knacks. A few feathers, dried leaves/flowers, pebbles, eggshells and bones, as well as a shiny thing that twolegs sometimes wore.
Her eyes glinted, proud of her collection, a slight smile on her muzzle as she protectively curled her luxuriant tail around them.
No cat was ever going to touch HER things, her beloved shinies. Such a lovely hoard to brag about was going to need to be fiercely defended with claw and teeth.
The freckled molly's vibrant yellow eyes darted around warily, claws unsheathed. She didn't even know how to fight but somehow she has to protect her shinies.
That was when she noticed Thrushpaw, her enemy. Or friend? No, she doesn't has any friends.
Her bushy tail curled closer to her small, scrawny body, bringing the assortment of objects with it.
"Do not touch." She said as firmly as she could, a slight smirk on her muzzle, as if daring Thrushpaw.