A different kind of company~Robin~

[Robinstar]

(Correct :3)

Robinstar held her gaze, noticing the small shake of her head in reply to his question. He frowned ever so slightly, thinking of another approach. But really, how else would they find out who they were to each other? No matter how hard he racked his brain, no other ideas would surface. However, when he focused back on Asterheart, she seemed to be deep in thought, her eyes closed and body as still as a statue.

He watched her various, small expressions as she tried to remember something from her past. She seemed about ready to give up, before something happened. She remembered part of her past, or at least it seemed that way from across the river. He waited apprehensively for her to open her eyes.

Storm. He knew that name. And as soon as it was spoken, he realized why he'd recognized Asterheart. Though they were completely different, there were little similarities between the two—the slope of her shoulders, the shape of her face, the slanting of her eyes, and her voice. Her voice was exactly as he remembered Storm's. 

He had first met the she-cat after he left the barn, once Snap had wandered off, Leo had left, and he was alone. He had set out on his own and had come across quite a few cats, and Storm, obviously, was one of them. He had nowhere to stay, no knowledge of what was beyond a certain point in the loner territory, and she helped him. Back then, before he was damaged, they had become friends. Of course, he had to leave and continue on his way to IceClan once he'd made up his mind. And the news of her death has found him a few moons later.

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He had no idea what to say to her. He allowed the mixture of surprise and sadness to appear on his face, as small as the expression was. "I guess that means I'm your father." He stated it plainly, lost on how else to break the news. 

(Sorry, this got super long ;-

[Asterheart]

Aster noticed that he almost instantly seemed to recognise the name. Maybe even more than she did herself. He scanned her, like a searching laser, or a hunter sizing up its prey. Maybe he was trying to image her? He must have known her mother, and therefore he must have been a friend of hers. Or something more... she thought to herself, before passing off the thought. Hopefully they hadn't been enemies, though by his reaction, and the sadness in his face and eyes, as well as the shock that Storm was her mother, she assumed they'd been rather close. He seemed almost cunfused, at a loss for words, and she wasn't sure for the life of her why this was. Yet as he spoke, she felt she understood everything. My father? But...I have no father... She blinked slowly, now she was at a loss for words. She almost told him that surely he wasnt her father. He couldn't possibly be, right? Yet all that came out was, "Why didn't you stay?" she asked meekly, her gaze averting itself to the ground beneath her almost numb, shaky paws. She felt like a kitten again, facing her father for the first time. Had he even known till now that he and Storm shared a child? Or children... she mused, not really sure.

She shuffled awkwardly on the opposite bank. One part of her screamed to run over, swim the river, or jump it even, and press herself up against her father. To beg for him to take her to his home and except her. Her eyes showered that she wanted to come to him. Another part of her yowled to run, run far away and never believe a single word he says. Hes trying to weaken you! He's an enemy warrior! That's what they do! Yet she couldn't allow herself to believe that. She wanted to go over to him, to be his daughter, and pretend they'd never been apart from each other. Yet, she just couldn't. And so, she remained frozen on the bank, the trees swishing around her as some called her back and some hpurged her on. She looked up, meeting his gaze. There was sadness there, but no remnants of the shock from before. Just sadness, and the will to cross the river to his side. She had no idea what to do now.