Uh how do I put this...

ooc-btw, it's not totes official yet, ok? Trout is just exploring his options.

Once apon a time, a tom named Troutstep skipped through the forest picking daisies. But all of the sudden, his brother Whitefoot jumped out of nowhere. "Why! What fluffy fur you have. And such big claws." he said timidly...

Troutstep padded through on the riverbank, hoping his brother would follow.

ooc- shortness (cause that's all I gotta say rn)

OOC~ How dare you strikeout that beautiful start

Whitefoot followed behind slowly, unsure what to say or how to react. Turning his fluffy ginger and white head to check on Fallenpaw

Fallenpaw followed close behind his father. Well, he always did, after all. After being cursed with Salmonstripe for a mentor, he had his father to only turn to. But, his father didn't know he was there...

Troutstep stopped near the gorge. "You actually came?" he meowed to his brother.

Whitefoot nodded silently, keeping his ears pricked for the sounds of his son. He had caught the young tom's scent and knew he was following. Can't fool your dad, nice try though.

Fallenpaw didn't sense that his father knew of his scent, and so, stayed quiet. Why are we at the gorge? Why is it a shock? They're brothers!

Troutstep sat down. "Listen, sorry about the other day. I never said it was real ok, I was just answering your question." he said softly, but with an irritated growl.

Whitefoot sighed, "Alright I apologize, it's just she's my daughter and I panicked." He mewed sadly, My kits are growing up.

"What isn't real? And what does Halfpaw have to do with it?" Fallenpaw asked, popping out from a bush. The tom stumbled a bit, and then kept cautious of the gorge. He stared at his father and uncle. He was utterly confused. Does... Troutstep... Did he do something to her? At this possibility, anger bubbled in his head and belly. However, her ignored it and waited.

Troutstep sighed. Why'd the brat follow us? he thought to himself. "Nothing. You father just over exaggerated about something I said. That wasn't even a commitment or anything." he growled, ears laid back.

Whitefoot stepped in between his son and brother, "He's right, nothing to worry about son. Good job tracking us, I caught a few glimpses of you every now and then though." He mewed trying to change the subject.

He smiled a bit in his pride to his developing stalking skills, but he frowned at Troutstep a bit. "But what was discussed?" He asked, curious.

Troutstep looked at Whitefoot, lost for words. Why do I care what he thinks though? It's not like it was official...

Whitefoot silenced his son's questions with a look, flicking his tail more cheerfully. "Well since we're all here what should we do?" He mewed curious.

Fallenpaw watched in silence. "Dunno."

Ooc- Sorry for short length, on mobile and lazy today :p