My name is Ravenpaw. And this is my story. My life started off in this group of wild cats called Thunderclan; I was born to Robinwing and fuzzypelt. I had merely one litter-mate, last time I saw him, his name was Dustpelt. Dustpelt probably has kits and a mate. I only lived with my family for 11 moons, I had a terrible mentor who I was appointed to when I was just 6 moons old. I never really did enjoy clan life, the only part that I truly enjoyed were my two friends, one who only came around after he turned 6 moons, he was a kittypet turned warrior. His name was firestar, he became the ruler of Thunderclan after the death of Bluestar. My other friend was Greystripe. They helped me run away from clan life to escape my tormenter of a mentor. Its been many a season since then, I've been alone in this barn for seasons after the death of my best friend Barley. There have been visitors who traveled between the marshes and the nearby twoleg place. Sometimes I wander toward the edge of the farm to get a glance at the still developing Twoleg nests. I barely eat when im alone so im rather scrawny I tend to save food for later after catching it, eating half a mouse at sunrise and half at sunset. The only sound beside my own meow is the mice in the hay or the occasional hoot of an owl or the tweet of a bird. Though one day I'm sure somecat will find this barn to seek a warm nest. One day I'll have a friend.