Robinpaw was nearly always spending time with other cats. She herself drawn to others like a bee to a flower. Most of the time she was tree-walking or hunting with her mentor, Duskwing, but other times she would be roaming around with her closest friend, Riverpaw. However, when neither of the two cats were available, there was always her family to fall back onto.
That very day, Robinpaw had just returned from another tree-walking session with Duskwing. Her fur was fluffed out in exhilaration and she felt the strong need to tell someone about her adventure. She started looking around for someone to tell when who might she see, but her brother, Honeypaw. How lucky she was that he had such a bright, noticeable coat, whereas hers was pale in comparison.
Her odd-colored eyes glimmering with excitement, she wasted no time in approaching him and stopped directly behind him.
"Honeypaw!" She cried pleasantly. "You'll never guess what I did today!"
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