A raw, damp cold pushed its way through Robinpaw's fur as he raced through the Birchwoods alongside his Clanmates. The sky was heavy with gray clouds and seemed undecided between sending rain down upon them, or opening up to reveal the sun hiding behind onto the forest.
He's in a border patrol, led by Sageflower, and with his mentor Graytail along with Haystripe. It's been only a day since the incident with Hailpaw, and although he immediately went to see Foxripple on the medicine den to treat his scratches, Robinpaw could still feel a stinging pain every time he moved. He would just ignore it and push himself on; specially knowing what happened to Hailpaw afterwards. Shrewstar was furious with his son for deliberately disobeying orders and much like Aspenbranch had suspected, he had confined Hailpaw to camp for a whole moon until he can learn to respect his Clanmates. Robinpaw snickered slightly at the memory.
The only thing keeping him from enjoying the moment further was his brother's reaction. Hawkpaw seemed almost disgusted with his action of getting Hailpaw into trouble. Has he forgotten what a bully Hailpaw really is? He wondered. Still, his disappointment on him made Robinpaw feel a slight twinge of guilt. The last thing he wants is to upset his brother.
"What are you snickering on about?" Graytail's question snapped Robinpaw out of his thoughts. He turned towards his mentor with a cheeky grin.
"Nothing!" He blurted out quickly. "Just remembered something funny from the other day." He made up an excuse.
Graytail hummed and narrowed his eyes at him. "Please, pay attention to your surroundings." He advised. "I need you to keep your senses on high alert for any threats; and please keep up with the others. Last thing I need is you lingering behind and slowing us down."
"Sorry, Graytail." Robinpaw apologised. "It won't happen again."
Graytail's only response was a grunt, before he raced ahead of Robinpaw. He frowned. It's not like he hates his mentor or anything like that, but Graytail often acts a bit too bossy and demanding at times; specially it there is someone else with them. Robinpaw guesses it's because he is not that experienced as a warrior, and since he is his first apprentice, Graytail wants to get it just right and impress others. Robinpaw rolled his eyes at the notion, staring straight ahead as he raced after his group.
They were a few tail-lengths ahead of him, but Robinpaw didn't make the effort to catch up with them. With his agility powers he could easily keep up and be ahead of the patrol. But he can't. Because he is different, and according to his father, being different scares others. Robinpaw glared at the ground in thought. This is so unfair! He thought. Why should I be born with this gift, only to never use it? He wondered.
He came back to the real world when he approached the very edge of their territory's border. His Clan's scent marker was everywhere; warning off strangers to stay away from their lands. However, Robinpaw was able to detect a whiff of something else among the familiar scents around him. He glanced around wearily, following the scent trail. Robinpaw parted through a set of bushes, only to halt in his tracks at what he finds lying before him.
A dead rabbit. It's remains were fresh; blood stained the dry leaves scattered around the ground, tufts of fur were missing of the rabbit, and bones poked out from its insides. Despite the morbid appearance and the initial disgust, he felt when he first saw it, Robinpaw sniffed the air and ground, trying to trace any scent; but there were too many strange, unknown scents for him to tell apart from each other. But one thing is for certain: several cats had been here, and by the smell of it, quite recently too.
Robinpaw wrinkled his nose in disgust. The cat scents were muddled up with those of long-dead prey and the stink of something else unidentifiable to him. There is no telling how many cats came by here.
"Robinpaw!"
Springing to his paws, he whirled around. Graytail burst through the bushes behind him with a worried expression. He visibly relaxed, sighing in relief when he spotted his apprentice.
"You had me worried. Don't wonder off like that!" Graytail scolded, but as he glanced over Robinpaw's shoulder, he spotted the remains of the dead rabbit. "What did you find?"
"I found this- "Robinpaw pointed with his tail towards the decaying remains. "And there are unknown scents lingering around here as well; it's quite fresh and recent too." He explained.
Graytail narrowed his eyes and frowned at the pile of remains. He nodded in understanding. "Sageflower! Haystripe! Over here!" He called. Trotting from behind, they appeared from the bushes.
"Graytail, is everything alright-?" Sageflower's question was automatically answered once she spotted the rabbit's remains.
"Those rogues! They are hunting on our territory!" Haystripe growled, lashing his tail around in anger.
"And with Leafbare so close, prey is more precious than ever!" Sageflower added in distress.
"We've scented the rogues before; but Russetheart said there was no need for any action since they weren't posing us a threat." Haystripe hissed, nudging the dead rabbit with one paw. "Now we got the proof we need to do something about it."
Graytail nodded in agreement. "Let's remark the border with our scent to warn them off; then we'll go back to camp and report to Russetheart."
Sageflower and Haystripe seem to be happy enough with this decision, and while they worked on re-scenting the border, Robinpaw watched them deep in thought. "These rogues could serve a problem to the Clan at this rate." He deduced. "But, if we were to find and catch them hunting in our territory red pawed, we could scare them off."
Robinpaw smirked, as an idea surged in his mind. When I get back to camp, I'll talk to Hawkpaw and convince him to use his powers to find the rogues! Then the Clan will finally value our talents!
Without further word, Robinpaw followed his Clanmates back to camp.
Meanwhile, back in the StoneClan camp.
Hawkpaw slid out the apprentices' den, careful not to wake Hailpaw. A strong breeze buffeted the fronds, tugging at his ears and whiskers. Leaves were skidding and tumbling across the clearing, fetching up in drifts against the reed and gorse barriers. A thick cloud covering hid the sky. Shivering, Hawkpaw padded towards the fresh-kill pile.
As he walked, he spotted Swallowfeather; sheltering beside the reed patch with Foxripple and Seedpaw, hunched against the wind.
"Are we going out today?" Hawkpaw called out to her.
Swallowfeather shook her head. "Not today. Eat, and then you can clear out the elders' den."
Hawkpaw nodded and took a sparrow from the pile, carrying it to a piece of fallen tree trunk. There was no sign of Lilypaw, or his brother Robinpaw; they must've gone out training. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of clearing out the elders' stinky bedding, but he pushed the thought out of his mind so he could enjoy his meal.
As he swallowed the last mouthful, Seedpaw padded toward him. "I've got some fresh bedding stored in the medicine den." He told him, sniffing the air. "I suspect rain might be coming, so I took the liberty to collect some while it was still dry. Help yourself when you need to refill the elders' nests."
"Thank you." Hawkpaw ran a wet paw over his ears and muzzle before getting up to his paws. "I'll clear out the old stuff and then come get it."
"Don't worry." Seedpaw mewed. "I'll bring it over for you."
Hawkpaw nodded gratefully and padded away to the elders' den. He wanted to say more to Seedpaw, but he's been so nervous and skittish the last few moons that he rarely leaves any room to talk. At least, with Hawkpaw and Robinpaw. Seedpaw must feel guilty over Brindlecloud's passing still. Neither Hawkpaw or his brother blame Seedpaw for what happened. He just wishes Seedpaw knew that.
Arriving, Hawkpaw squeezed through the gap of the elder's den entrance. Inside the shadowy space, Willowtail is curled up next to Hazelstep, while Riverflight and Badgerface shared tongues and groomed each other's fur.
Hawkpaw let out a small meow to let them know he was there.
"Hello, Hawkpaw!" Willowtail broke into a purr as she woke up from her nap. "I hear you passed your hunting assessment effortlessly. Badgerface sure was pleased to have so much to eat."
"I just practiced a lot and luck was on my side." Hawkpaw replied, trying to be modest.
"You're turning into a fine, young hunter." Willowtail meowed.
Hawkpaw shrugged, secretly enjoying the attention he was receiving from his Clanmates for his great catch during assessment. "I've come to clean out your old bedding."
"Very well then." Willowtail meowed, nudging Hazelstep awake beside her. "Come on dearie, we need to give Hawkpaw some room."
Hazelstep groaned awake. "Do we have to?" He grumbled. "It's freezing outside, and the bedding is not that old!"
Willowtail mrrowed in amusement. "Listen to yourself, you sound like a tiny kit afraid to venture outside." She nudged him up with her muzzle. "Come on, it won't take long."
"Fine." Hazelstep sighed in defeat.
He slipped out the den with the others following close behind, leaving Hawkpaw alone to do his duties. Seedpaw scraped through the entrance, carrying two bundles of moss with him. He dropped it by his paws. "Here you go!" Seedpaw mewed.
"Thanks." Hawkpaw nodded gratefully.
Seedpaw left just as soon as he came, without speaking a word. Hawkpaw began plucking old straws and strands of bracken mixed in with reeds from the corner of the shadowy den.
For a moment, Hawkpaw glanced up from his work and stared out the den. His ears flicked when he heard the hunting patrol arrive in to camp. At the head is his father, Rowanwhisker, carrying large amounts of prey in his jaws; following behind him were Sprucefur, Lightningwillow and Lilypaw. Hawkpaw blushed, focusing his vision on the lean pale gray apprentice.
For a while, Hawkpaw has gained a certain attraction towards Lilypaw. Something about her just drives him to her. He couldn't exactly point out what or why. Maybe it's her pleasant scent, her cheerful nature, her pale fur that seems to gleam under the moonlight, or her mesmerizing blue eyes that remind him of the sunrise. Whatever the reason may be, Hawkpaw would always find himself feeling flustered whenever he's around her. Which is why he is much more comfortable in using his vision to watch her from afar rather than come in close proximity. Of course, it's not like he avoids or ignores her on purpose. It's just that he doesn't really know what to do.
After what felt like an eternity of just him observing her, Hawkpaw finally adverted his gaze away and resumed to his work. As he carried on with the task of cleaning out the elders' den, he could hear all the noise coming from outside the den. He didn't mean to, his ears weren't exactly pricked to catch anything, but he has no control over what he hears or doesn't considering the whole deal with his enhance hearing factor.
Still, as he worked, Hawkpaw instinctively heard the elders' gossiping outside.
"I hear Skyfang's kits are going to be apprenticed today." Riverflight commented with a yawn.
"It's about time." Badgerface added. "Those three troublemakers have been slacking off for far too long and they are getting too wild for the nursery. Some work will do them some good."
"Badgerface, don't be so harsh." Willowtail reprimanded. "They are only kits after all."
"Speaking of apprentices, young Hawkpaw and his brother are turning out to be quite talented, don't you think?" Hazelstep butted in. "I've never seen an apprentice catch that much prey in a hunting assessment before; specially in leaf-fall."
Riverflight hummed in agreement. "They must take after their father." He says. "No doubt about it, Rowanwhisker is the best hunter in StoneClan."
"Yeah, but I can't help but wonder what else do they take after their parentage." Badgerface commented cryptically.
"Whatever do you mean?" Willowtail prompted curiously.
"Well, don't you think it's odd for Rowanwhisker to be such a great hunter, and now Hawkpaw as well?" Badgerface pointed out. "Haven't you noticed how Hawkpaw would be staring off into the distance and with his ears pricked constantly? I've never seen a kit do that before. It's almost as if he can hear things constantly; things the rest of us can't."
Hawkpaw stiffened, stopping his work at the sound of his words. His heart beat picked up, hammering against his chest with worry. "How can they suspect?" He wondered in panic. He twisted his ears backwards, pricking them to hear the rest of the conversation.
"And then there is also the case with Robinpaw." Badgerface went on. "His reflexes are impressive for someone so young and inexperienced. It's unnatural and, dare I say it, freakish?"
"What are you even suggesting?" Hazelstep prompted in annoyance.
"I'm saying that maybe they have a lot more in common with Hawkfoot than we originally perceived." He replied. "Not to mention that one of them were even named after him…" He trailed off.
Hawkpaw felt an icy ripple along his spine. Hawkfoot? He repeated the name in his mind. Who is Hawkfoot? He wondered.
"Don't be ridiculous, Badgerface." Fretted Willowtail. "Even if he was quite strange, you know how much Hawkfoot meant to Rowanwhisker."
"Besides, this whole superstition with kits being named after cats who done something and taking after them is outrageous." Hazelstep added. "Hawkpaw and Robinpaw are nothing like him and you are just overreacting!"
"Okay, so I admit the whole name thing was a bit of a stretch. But the fact remains, those two don't act like ordinary cats. They aren't normal." Badgerface reluctantly agreed. "And now that I think about it, neither is Rowanwhisker. No one associated with that freak is normal if you ask me."
His mean words stung Hawkpaw. Freak? Not normal? His words kept repeating in his mind in question. Is this what Rowanwhisker was warning us about? He wondered. Hawkpaw didn't linger to think around or hear the rest of the conversation. He quickly ended the last of his work before hurrying out the den.
"It's done now!" He says, walking past them without making eye contact. "You can go back inside if you like." He offered, turning his head with a smile, trying to perceive as natural and not give away into suspicion that he heard everything they said.
"Thank you very much, Hawkpaw." Willowtail flicked her tail contently with a closed eye smile.
Without another word, Hawkpaw trotted away from them. He felt panic rising up his throat and clogging his airways, causing him to hyperventilate. Now Hawkpaw wishes he never heard them talking at all. I will never use my powers again. He vowed. I'll be the perfect, normal cat like everyone else; and I'll do great! No one will suspect me of anything ever again.
Feeling slightly better, Hawkpaw padded forward to the apprentices' den. He was about to slip in and try to take a nap when he heard rustling coming from the camp's entrance. Instinctively, he pricked his ears and swivelled them in the direction of the noise when he stopped himself. That's right, I can't use my powers anymore. Pretend you didn't hear anything.
Hawkpaw continued to walk, slowly now as he anticipated the arrival of his Clanmates. Much like he predicted, the border patrol returned, with Sageflower at the lead. Trailing behind her were Haystripe and Graytail, and lastly Robinpaw. Their faces looked grim and urgent, and Hawkpaw didn't even need to use his vision to see that.
Sageflower trotted across the clearing towards Russetheart, who was laying in a shady patch of grass beneath the Deadtree. She raised her head as the patrol arrived and got up to greet them, sensing something may be wrong. Hawkpaw stared at their discussion from across the clearing. He wanted to know what they were saying but reframed form using his powers to do so. Instead, he slowly approached them until he was within earshot.
"Are you sure it was fresh?" He heard Russetheart ask, her voice laced with worry.
"No doubt about it." Graytail confirmed. "Rogue scent was everywhere along the killed prey."
Curiosity peeked Hawkpaw, and he pressed forward to hear more. However, as he approached the group he made eye contact with Robinpaw. He stopped in his tracks momentarily, just staring back at his brother in wonder. The matter they're discussing sounds serious but Robinpaw looked as if he caught a large salmon and couldn't wait to taste it. To add to Hawkpaw's confusion, Robinpaw trailed away from the patrol and started to pad towards him.
Suddenly, Robinpaw stopped his approach when Shrewstar slipped out from his den. Hawkpaw watched as the StoneClan leader swiftly leaped onto the high branch of the Deadtree in a couple of easy jumps. He raised his chin high and called out the familiar greeting words. "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around beneath the Deadtree for a Clan meeting!"
Robinpaw hissed quietly in annoyance, flicking his ears sideways. Hearing the call of their leader, other cats began to leave their dens in anticipation, murmuring to one another. I guess I'll just have to wait for after the meeting to speak with Hawkpaw. Robinpaw thought in mild irritation.
Hawkpaw moved away to sit on one side of the circle gathering around with the crowd, while Robinpaw moved to sit exactly the opposite side. The patrol previously discussing parted at the leaders call. Russetheart padded away and took her place as the clan's deputy at the head of the crowd, beneath the Deadtree while the rest of the Clan gathered in a circle around the edge.
Hawkpaw spotted Rowanwhisker sitting calmly at the front, staring ahead with a determined gaze. Briefly, at the sight of his father, Hawkpaw remembered the elders' discussion and the worry came back to him. Who is Hawkfoot? And what is his connection with dad? He wondered.
"New denmates!" Hawkpaw snapped out of his thoughts and worries at the sound speaking up from beside him. He glanced and immediately blushed at the close proximity with the one and only Lilypaw. "I mean, we shared a den with them before, but this time were going to be sharing it as apprentices." She corrected her previous statement, rambling on with excitement laced in her voice. "Aren't you excited?" She turned and asked him.
Hawkpaw, in turn, mesmerized by her pale eyes and soothing voice immediately nodded, not really paying that much attention to her question.
"I wonder who their mentors will be?" Lilypaw murmured in curiosity. Hawkpaw, trying not to seem like a fool looked down to his paws, fidgeting in his place, praying that the crimson tinge would disappear from his face sooner.
On the other side of the clearing, Robinpaw sat with his tail neatly curled in front of his paws. He kept his gaze fixed on his brother, trying to catch his eye to no avail. Hawkpaw was far too busy with his crush for Lilypaw to notice him. Robinpaw frowned at the sight of his flustered looking littermate.
"We are gathered here today to give three Clan kits their apprentice names." Shrewstar began the announcement formally, glancing down to where Skyfang sat with her kits sitting by her paws. Aspenbranch sat beside her, staring down at their kits with pride shining in his eyes.
An expected hush of silence fell over the rest of the Clan.
"Please, come forward." Shrewstar's voice commanded from above, flicking his tail as he beckoned the three kits to stand at the centre.
Ivykit and her siblings padded side by side towards the centre. Their gray and white coats bristling with anticipation.
"Condorleap." Shrewstar called out. "You will be mentor to Ivypaw."
Hawkpaw watched as the great, dark tabby warrior walked to the centre to stand beside the gray apprentice. He bit his tongue to keep himself from laughing out loud. Condorleap was infamously known throughout the Clan as a strict warrior. Sprucefur would often complain about his training during his apprenticeship; and now Ivypaw was going to be his new apprentice.
"Now that Sprucefur is a warrior." He went on. "you are free to take on another apprentice. May you pass on all your knowledge and skill onto her."
Condorleap nodded in understanding and determination, as he leaned down to touch Ivypaw's nose with his own. Ivypaw purred loudly as she eagerly followed her mentor to the edge of the circle.
"Rowanwhisker." Shrewstar paused when he called out the warrior's name. Hawkpaw perked up in surprise and watched as his father calmly padded into the clearing. "You will be mentor to Vinepaw." At the announcement, Vinepaw's eyes widened, and she spun around to see the tabby warrior towering over her.
"Rowanwhisker." Meowed Shrewstar. "You are a skilful hunter and a clever fighter. Pass on all you can to this young apprentice."
"I will do my best." Vowed Rowanwhisker. He bent down to touch noses with Vinepaw, who shrunk back for a heartbeat in hesitation. Rowanwhisker blinked and nodded back at her encouragingly. This was enough to sooth her worries, as Vinepaw stretched up and accepted his greeting. He led her to the edge of the circle, where Condorleap and Ivypaw sat.
"Flintclaw." Shrewstar rasped. "You will mentor Mottlepaw."
The gray warrior parted away from the rest of the crowd and made his way towards the large, tabby apprentice.
"Now, Flintclaw." Shrewstar went on. "This will be your first apprentice. Share your courage and determination with him. I have total confidence that you will do your best in training him."
Flintclaw's eyes gleamed with pride, and he leaned down to touch Mottlepaw's nose with his own. The chubby apprentice returned the gesture, blinking with excitement.
"Ivypaw! Vinepaw! Mottlepaw!" The crowd began to cheer their newest apprentices by calling out to their names. Hawkpaw joined in on the chanting as well. At the exact same moment, his eyes met with his brother's across the clearing. He was chanting as well, but his face held urgency and he wasn't breaking away his gaze. His stare made Hawkpaw feel unnerved.
The chanting ended, and the other cats began to gather around them and congratulate the three new apprentices. Hawkpaw was just about to head over and join them when he caught sight of Robinpaw bounding over to him.
Hawkpaw hurried to meet him. "What is it?" He demanded with a sigh. "You won't stop staring at me, so I suspect you want to tell me something."
Robinpaw narrowed his eyes and grinned slightly. "You know me so well." He murmured jokingly, touching his shoulder with the white tip of his tail. "Come with me." He beckoned.
Hawkpaw watched as his brother run past him and disappeared through the camp's entrance. Begrudgingly, but also feeling curious as to what Robinpaw has in mind, he followed him out.
Robinpaw led his brother through the trees within Birchwoods, following the same route he'd taken that morning with the patrol. It'll be quite by the stream. He told himself, planning exactly where to go. It's far from camp, and hopefully no hunting patrols will be out now.
His ears pricked at the sound of running water not too far away and he sped up his pace. Robinpaw leaped and landed neatly over a boulder, standing by the stream. He stood there for a few seconds longer before Hawkpaw appeared beside him; panting to catch his breath back. Robinpaw giggled at the sight.
"Okay, Robinpaw." Hawkpaw rasped between breaths. "You dragged me all the way out here, presumably so no one else can hear us, now what is it that you want?" He prompted.
"Very well then, here's the deal." Robinpaw meowed. "Remember how I went on a border patrol and returned just before the ceremony?"
"I don't have amnesia, Robinpaw. Yes, I do remember! Your point?" Hawkpaw urged feeling slightly annoyed.
"Well, at the patrol we found the remains of a dead rabbit, and there was rogue scent all around it." Robinpaw went on, ignoring his brother's comment. "Which means there are trespassers hunting in our territory."
Hawkpaw recalled the patrol reporting back to Russetheart, mentioning something about rogue scent. Interesting enough, this felt familiar to Hawkpaw. This happened before. Then he remembered!
"Wait, rogues?" Hawkpaw echoed in astonishment. "Are these the same rogues from before?"
"What are you talking about?" Robinpaw asked, taken back by the question.
"Around two moons ago, just before we were apprenticed, I remember the dawn patrol returning." Hawkpaw explained. "Back then, they said they scented rogues in our territory but that was it. Russetheart didn't do anything about it because she thought they weren't posing a threat to us."
Robinpaw hummed, narrowing his eyes deep in thought. "Maybe…" He trailed off before shaking his head, as if to clear his mind from any thoughts. "Anyway, so what I had in mind was that you could use your enhanced vision to help me find them, so we can chase them of-"
"Woah, let me stop you right there because this ain't gonna happen." Hawkpaw interrupted, backing away from him.
Robinpaw's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why not?" He questioned quizzically.
Hawkpaw glanced at the ground, feeling nervousness and worry rise within him once again. He sighed. "Look, I know you're going to make fun of me for this, but I'm not using my powers anymore." He says, waiting for the expected reaction from his brother. But nothing came. He blinked one eye open when he felt a tail curl over his shoulders comfortingly. He glanced sideways and met Robinpaw's blue, worried gaze. He nodded and beckoned him to continued. "I was cleaning out the elders' den today when I heard them talking about me; about us. They are getting suspicious that we may not be normal, and they mentioned someone named Hawkfoot, calling him a freak. Apparently dad knows this cat somehow, but they were talking ill about them. Robinpaw, I'm scared the others will find out and treat us the same way."
By the end, Hawkpaw was rambling and tears threatened to fall form the corners of his eyes. Robinpaw pressed his muzzle against his shoulder, trying to sooth and calm him down. But deep down, he was thinking about the new set of information he heard. Hawkfoot eh? He thought in curiosity. Wonder what is his connection to us.
"Shhh, calm down." Robinpaw mewed soothingly. "Everything is going to be fine, you hear? No one is going to figure out anything, and if they do we'll handle it together."
Hawkpaw, not taking the pressure and anxiety within himself anymore, buried his muzzle into Robinpaw's neck. In response, his brother gave a couple of licks between his ears to console him.
"Look, I understand you're worried and scared. But I need you to help me." Robinpaw meowed. "Right now, I need you to focus so we can find these rogues and stop them once and for all."
Hawkpaw backed away from him, shaking his head profusely. "I-I can't." He choked down a sob.
"Listen, imagine how grateful our Clanmates will be when we get rid of these rogues." Robinpaw argued, desperately trying to convince his brother. "They will forget and ignore their suspicions completely if we serve our clan. They will be so grateful to us; they won't question anything about us ever again!"
"And how would we even explain ourselves?" Hawkpaw pointed out. "They will wonder how we found them in the first place, and they will suspect us of our gifts."
"We'll just make something up!" Robinpaw exclaimed. "We followed their tracks. We went out hunting together when we found them hunting inside our borders. I can go on all day!"
Hawkpaw shook his head, turning away from him. Robinpaw frowned. Clearly, appeasing to his loyalty to the Clan wasn't doing much to convince him of anything. Then an idea struck him. Maybe, just maybe, he can convince him by appeasing to something else.
"You know, maybe you're right. I mean, what's the point of risking ourselves? For their safety?" Robinpaw meowed padding beside Hawkpaw, who glanced up at him in surprise. "These rogues can totally invade and take over our camp at any given minute and we would never see them coming. Well, at least most of us wouldn't anyway." He shot Hawkpaw a side glance, analysing his current expression. "How many of us do you think they'll kill? They could possibly destroy StoneClan altogether if they really want to and no one would stop them. Maybe their next move is to attack one of the patrols. What if dad was on one and got jumped on by them? What if it were Lilypaw? -"
That done it. Hawkpaw quickly scrambled to his paws and whirled around to face him. His green eyes were wide in panic and shock. "No!" He yowled. "I-I can't let that happen!"
"It will be the most likely outcome." Robinpaw shrugged. "Unless, of course we do something about it."
Hawkpaw nodded in agreement. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and concentrate on his senses. Once he deemed himself calm enough he opened his eyes and pricked his ears. Robinpaw watched him closely in anticipation. Hawkpaw turned. And again. And again. But no matter what direction he turned to, the results were the same.
"Well?" Robinpaw prompted. "What do you see?"
"Nothing." Hawkpaw replied in confusion, turning towards his brother. "There is nothing out there."
Sorry for not posting anything last week, I wasn't feeling very well. I'll try to keep up with weekly updates, while also managing with my other stories. Thank you all for your support, I appreciate it and I'll see ya all later! ;)