Dark watched helplessly as Owl was batted and shoved about the small nest of roots. Hawk wasn't letting up, usually he ignored Owl or shoved him to the side. After several more minutes the she-cat stood and shoved her aggressive brother to the side. Though she was sleeker and not as fluffy, Dark was more muscle than either of her brothers and unquestionably able to keep Hawk in check. "Enough, Hawk! It wasn't his fault!" She lashed her tail, yowling over the loud protests of her mouse brained littermate. Turning her head to examine Owl she sighed in relief. He was missing some fur, and looked rather shameful but other than that there was no lasting harm done. "And be quite! We don't know what is out here!" Dark pleaded, trying to reason with the young male.

Hawk hissed and yowled as his sister knocked him away. Protesting to full extent the fact that Owl was getting off for his crime again. Though at Dark's reasoning he fell silent. She was always the thinker. Flattening his ears in anger his own tail looked twice it's size. "We should have left him behind. Dark, we can barely hunt for ourselves and you want to keep that dead weight around?" He hissed at Owl, the said kit shrinking back further. "This is all because of him! If you had just crossed! If you hadn't been such a coward-!"

"ENOUGH!" Dark snapped, swatting Hawk hard upside the head. Sadly, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Hawk shrieked and launched himself at his sister. The two collided in a mess of fur and feline bodies. Owl scuttled to the side with a tired sigh. Hawk was right to be tense. As much as his littermates hated the Thunderpath it was also a guide in their lives. They had been following it, keeping well off it. Dreading that a monster would come and kill them too. Now they were in the middle of a strange place with danger... He let out a odd 'mert' of annoyance, as Dark and Hawk rocketed around the nest. Beating and tackling each other. It had happened enough as kits he could clearly remember Dark's black fur and Hawk's tabby speeding about their small dens. Their eyes bright with the mock fight, but this was hardly mock. A stress reliever, perhaps. He didn't even dare go towards the lovely smell of their kill. Hopefully Dust would return soon and help sort out the madness. Sniffing the air he caught nothing of Dust, she must have had to go a long ways.