Finch moved as quietly as she could through the forest, keeping an eye out for her sibling. Speaking of which, her sibling had disappeared again. She sat down looking for her sibling, her pale blue eyes striking out against her brown tabby fur. " (y/c)?" She called out, ears pricking as she listened for her sibling. Finch was a horrible hunter and couldn't track anything for the life of her. However, she was good at fighting. In fact she defended the two of them from pretty much everything. She would not last mor than a few days without her sibling or someone who could hunt, as with her fighting skills she still couldn't hunt.
! sam Hope this is alright. I'm horrible at starting posts. You can decide how old they are. :)

