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Old May 30th, 2017, 09:21 PM
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Default Re: SkyClan Warriors' Den

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"Well we could go out for a while. Walk around the territory. Practice our battle skills, see if you can pin me." A challenge glittered in Hawkstorm's eyes as he turned to watch his brother. It seemed odd to him how Robinstorm had grown just a bit taller than him, when Hawkstorm used to be the biggest. But once more, he shook his wandering thoughts and padded forward, his black tail flicking side to side.

He watched, almost amused as his brother stepped into the sunlight, the glow causing his dark red, almost brown fur to light up. "Showoff." Hawkstorm couldnt help but mutter under his breath, giving a slight roll of his eyes, but inside he felt almost proud. This was the Tom he'd practically raised, the Tom he'd had to be more than a brother to. He'd had to be a father, and a mother, to keep Robinstorm safe. A rush of warmth flooded through Hawkstorm, and he smiled for a second before clearing his throat. "So, whattya think? Walk sound good?"

His gaze flickered out the den as he spoke, looking out at the sunlight for a brief moment before turning his attention back to Robinstorm, head tipped, eyes curious, waiting for his brother's reply. Sometimes, Robin seemed like a total know-it-all, and alot of times, he got on Hawkstorm's nerves. And he didnt say it often, but Hawkstorm did love his brother. Alot. And he would do anything to protect him. But he doesnt need protecting anymore, does he? The thought almost sounded sad in his mind, his gaze shadowing over in thought. Now that he thought about it...Did Robinstorm even need him anymore?

The thought pained him. Robinstorm was the only thing holding him in SkyClan, he had nothing left. The she-cats, the one-night stands, his few friends, none of them meant as much to him as his own brother. He was so used to protecting him, to caring for him, that Hawkstorm didnt know any other way. He really, truly didnt.
Robinstorm felt his eyes glimmer just at the knowledge of the challenge his brother was giving him. Pin him down? That sounded like a fun idea. The tom purred, and yet he could not believe that Hawkstorm was even debating on that challenge. After all, even if Hawkstorm was the oldest, and had to play parents to him when they were younger, Robinstorm grew to be a large feline. Larger than most toms, and quite the good heavy set that made him look malicious. Mean and sinister. Inwardly, he was a sweet tempered tom that adored to play.

"I can take you up on that challenge!" Robinstorm stated, chuckling a it as he entered into a hunter's crouch, ready to pounce at his brother. Just as his brother said his next words, Robinstorm rolled his own eyes, lifting his posture a tad bit. He flicked his tail. "Show off?" Robinstorm repeated, and looked over at his brother. Hawkstorm was the main one talking about someone being a show off. Robinstorm himself saw the many she cats Hawkstorm landed, and though Robinstorm didn't usually agree with the one nights Hawkstorm shared with the ladies, Robinstorm still cared for his brother no matter what. In fact, the tom tried to be the good conscious of the two, a way to repay Hawkstorm for taking him in and raising him.

"Sure," Robinstorm says, putting his muzzle into the air. "It seems like a nice day to go for a walk." He says, and turns around to walk a few ways away as he basked in the sunlight. It was nice to have glossy fur in the morning, but at night, he was hardly recognized. Though his fur wasn't as darkly pitched as his brother's, whom seemed to blend in with the cool night, the only thing that Robinstorm could make at night when it came to his brother was his luminescent green eyes.

An eye color they shared. "Just remember to stay close. You don't wanna get lost, now do you?" Robinstorm snickered, swiping his tail above his brother's head in an affectionate manner. A walk would do them some good. Some fresh air would do well for the both of them. That's what Robinstorm knew. Because he knew everything. And, to others he was known as an opinionated know it all, and sometimes it might aggravate them, but did Robinstorm seem to care? Not really. The tom simply enjoyed making others feel stupid. He could be quite mean, but over all, he was a friendly cat.