At first there was nothing.
Pitch black nothingness greeted them as they slipped inside. She could hear her own heartbeat. The shuffling of her brother's paws gave her an idea as to where they were, but she felt panicked when she couldn't see them.
She felt fluff pressing close to her side. Her nose caught a whiff of Robinkit's scent.
Then, yellow eyes locked on her.
Those predatory, cold eyes.
They radiated power and danger like the eyes of a hawk. A hawk that had seen a mouse. She knew this was a bad idea, but she just had to follow her brother inside.
Snowkit gasped, pressing closer to her as Robinkit was doing. Her younger siblings trembled, their confidence lost. Smokekit glared up to those cold orbs that dared to scare her brothers, challenging them to come any closer.