[Brilliance]

A solid dark reddish brown tom observed the outside of the den. He wondered where his brother had been, and hoped that he weren't getting into any trouble. Robinstorm liked to be alone. Independence was important to him. And he only allowed his brother to get ahold to him. He surveyed the area, getting up to make a small stretch. He figured that he wouldn't do anything today. Not even eat.

The Tim would had been considered weird around his clan mates because he found it disgusting to eat meat. Well, the prey that the cats caught and stored onto the fresh kill pile. Robinstorm didn't like the scent of those blood ridden animals that they called food. He preferred the fresh taste of anything greenery. Or, occasionally fish. Some wonder why he wasn't even born a Riverclan cat if he liked to eat the otter cats' food.

Robinstorm could see it in the eyes of the others. The way they try to comprehend all the abnormal things he does, and wonder if he really were a cat. Never had Robinstorm felt so alienated within his own clan. At least the only comfort he had was his brother. That was the best feeling to have, knowing that not all the cats were against him. And that his brother accepted him, even if he were a bit estranged. Which was fine with Robinstorm. He didn't depend on anyone else's opinions of himself. He was content for who he was.

As of now, he embraced the morning light, making shadows on his handsome pelt.

{ @Random Melody }