A/N: Sooo yeah this is pretty much me practising character development and all that. ^^; Nothing much will actually happen in this story, so if you were looking for something that's action-packed and all that, I guess you'll be disappointed. But hey, if you'd like to help me, drop a review!

What's that? Why are they furries? Errrrr...why not, I guess? :P

RedRobin tracked through the trees, muttering under his breath. Slung across his hip was a bag of arrows and he carried his bow. He didn't want to be caught unprepared. If he was ambushed, he could always send a few of arrows flying with a draw of his bowstring, though they were of the magical variety.

Right now was the height of summer and though the forest was brimming with creatures and berries he could gather, he wasn't here to sightsee, oh no.

"Ugh! Curse those two!" He grumbled, mimicking their words in a high pitched voice. "If you're so enthusiastic, why don't you patrol the forest yourself? Some friends they are…" he sighed, returning to his normal voice.

He stopped at a wooden log and sat down on it, flicking his red tail out of the way of a few insects attempting to nest in it. Yes, he would take a little break, then keep on going.

Sure, maybe it was foolish of him to go patrolling alone, but then again it was harder for any enemies to spot him, if any. There weren't any enemies nowadays as all the kingdoms were on friendly terms. If RedRobin spotted someone of a different species, he didn't have any reason to suspect anything unless said someone was doing something suspicious.

Speaking of which…

There came a rustling in the bushes. Ears pricked, he tuned in to what seemed like squabbling.

"Owwww! You hit my eye!"

"Sooorrryyyy!"

Well, crap. RedRobin readied his bow. His mind went through the process that had been emblazoned in his mind since he joined the army. First to determine what kind of species the possible attackers were.

"Where the fuck are we?"

Oops. Three attackers? He couldn't possibly take on that many. Should he run back for help or-?

Hey wait, those supposed ambushers weren't even trying to keep quiet and had no idea where they were. These probably weren't spies or anything, but rather lost travellers.

But it could still be a trick…

RedRobin quietly climbed the tree, choosing not to fly in case the noise alerted the strangers. Luckily, they were too busy bickering amongst themselves in those bushes. Yes, there were definitely more than at least five of them now.

RedRobin drew one arrow out of his belt quiver. Arming his bow, he closed one eye and shot at the area above the bushes.

And there was instant panic.

"AAAAAAHHHHH OH MY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT?" One howled.

"Guys! I think we're under attack of this thing!"

With that, eight heads rose up of the bushes, albeit unsteadily, holding onto various plants for support.

RedRobin watched from his vantage point, hoping his red mane wouldn't give him away. At least his coat and clothes were dark colours.

A blue one with fins on her head examined the arrow lodged in the tree trunk. "is this some kind of Pin Missile…?" She looked over her shoulder. "Claire, do you know what this is?"

RedRobin took the chance to observe them. He hadn't seen these species before, but then again, he had never gone out of the kingdom, so he wasn't qualified to judge. One thing they all had in common was their huge, pricked, foxlike ears and their canine appearance. But regular canines weren't as...colourful to say the least. Their pelt colours included everything from a natural beige colour to a bright shocking yellow.

Taking a look at their clothing, he thought that this was probably what Blizzard meant by 'plain'. Their clothes weren't shabby, but not exactly elegant either, best described as 'practical'. All of them were wearing a jacket and trousers that were varying shades of brown. Or maybe it was the light that caused the difference in colours.

There were eight of them, but he noticed that the quieter ones just sat down and stared at them. Occasionally, the creature with fur a black as midnight and yellow rings on his arms and forehead would smirk, elbowing the canine-like individual with a leaf. She looked away uncomfortably while he burst out in raucous laughter.

The named Claire looked at the arrow with a frown gracing her features. She pulled the pointy thing out of the tree bark and sat on the ground to examine it.

She pressed down on it, hit it, attempted to break it, and even lick it. "No. Too hard to be a Pin Missile." She made a face. "It's not too pleasant to taste either. It tastes like blood...doesn't break easily...shiny...smooth…"

Claire's purple eyes widened. "Aha! I think it's metal! You know, the thing that door handles are made of?" Spotting the blue-furred whatsit's quirked eyebrow, she hastily provided an explanation.

"That's even worse!" screamed a yellow male overdramatically, the owner of the same loud voice before. Judging by his bristling yellow fur and white collar, maybe he really was suffering a panic attack. "Door handles have turned alive and are trying to kill us!"

A nearby fiery orange whatsthespecies smacked his face. "Flash, you fucking idiot, door handles aren't alive! They can't attack us!"

"Language, please!" The blue fish girl attempted to reprimand her, only for the orange female to raise her hand and turn her face away. "No," she said flatly.

"So are zombies, and they can!" Flash pointed out, ignoring the exchange. "What if these are zombie door handles? That would explain the sharpness!"

RedRobin was thinking. On one hand, Claire was smart enough to identify metal. On the other, they had never even seen an arrow before and had even compared it to, of all things, a door handle. Heh, that was...pretty funny. He chuckled a bit before realising his mistake.

"It seems we have company." Ice blue eyes stared up at him from her sitting position on the ground far down. "Good afternoon."

RedRobin looked down nervously. He had to work better on his stealth skills. In his experience, those particularly strict superiors were the only ones who looked like this: cold, blank, expressionless. He hoped that she wouldn't suddenly pull out something and stab him with it. He sighed inwardly. Oh well, he had to confront these strangers sometime, right? Maybe it would have been wiser to fetch some others, but it was too late for that now.

Claire looked between the mysterious Pegasus up in the trees and back to the arrow in her paws. "Did you generate this?" she wondered. "What is this?"

RedRobin looked down, his gaze wary. "...a warning." He perched on the branch, raising his bow before pulling his bowstring back. A basic magic arrow appeared, decent range and not too much damage, useful for scaring off offending (insert species here). "You're trespassing."