A/N This chapter is very short, due to it being 1:00 AM. This starts out about the same time as the end of Dawn. Later this story will intertwine with my other Warriors fic, The Smallest Kit.
Disclaimer: I don't own warriors, and never will.
Ravenpaw's Story
Prologue
Nearly one hundred cats poured out of a ruined and abandoned twolegnest. A ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt and bright green eyes turned to a small black tom with a sleek pelt. The ginger tom's eyes were filled with sorrow as he spoke.
"I wish I could stay, but twolegs are ripping apart our home." The Black cat's green eyes rounded with sympathy.
"I know." was all he mewed.
"Are you sure you want to stay?" The flame-colored tom questioned. "I could offer you a comfortable place in my clan…"
"Firestar," The black tom was shaking his head. "I turned from the clan life long ago. I'm happy where I am." He knew that the loss of Graystripe would be unbearable for his friend, and that leaving him behind would seem like the end of the world altogether, but he could not leave his home.
"So," The black tom meowed, changing the subject, "who is Thunderclan's new deputy?"
"Graystripe is!" Firestar growled. The black tom backed off a little.
"I'll tell him where you've gone if I see him" he soothed.
"Thank you, Ravenpaw." Firestar murmured. Ravenpaw dipped his head as Firestar turned to walk away. Ravenpaw watched one of his closest friends pad away for the last time.
Chapter 1
Ravenpaw awoke to sun rays in his face. The light was streaming down from a crack in the ceiling and lighting up the sleeping face of Barley. Silently, Ravenpaw crept up on a fat mouse nearby. His paws barely seemed to touch the ground as he stalked the mouse. Suddenly, in one swift movement he lunged, and easily caught the juicy prey.
His jump onto the fat creature had stirred some hay by Barley's head, and the Black and white tom sat up.
"Good night's sleep, Barley?" Ravenpaw asked.
"Yes" Barley yawned "Until you woke me up!" Ravenpaw grinned and brought Barley the mouse. Barley thanked him just before Ravenpaw caught an equally fat mouse for himself. This was half the reason Ravenpaw refused to go with the clans, even in the middle of leaf-bare, prey was plentiful in the barn.
Another reason was also because the clan cats had no idea where they were going. Ravenpaw was always sure of himself in his (and Barley's) territory. Ravenpaw even knew how to deal with most dogs now. He pictured himself if he had stayed in the clans. He was weak and afraid, or maybe even dead. Ravenpaw was certain of it; clan life was not for him. He was used to being independent.
Ravenpaw rolled in the hay after he ate. The straws scratched his back, but it felt good. Just then Ravenpaw decided what he wanted to do that day.
"I think I'll explore the territories." He called. Barley was to busy trying to sleep to really hear what he had said, so the black and white tom just nodded.
Ravenpaw knew that Barley would say it was too dangerous, but he just had to see how far the monsters had gotten. Anyway, he needed a little adventure in his life.
A/N I'm kind of stuck. I'm considering killing off Barley for plot development. Give me feedback and tell me what you think. By the way, even if you all say no, I still might kill him off unless someone comes up with a really good reason not to.
