Author's Note!: While working on my Ashfur story, I realized something: Ravenpaw had been an outcast as well, and they were related. I wanted Ravenpaw to have his own spotlight, so I'm making this oneshot story just for fun and him to get a story of his own. After this, back to the Ashfur story!
One Winged Raven
r a v e n p a w
Ever since the moment of his birth, Ravenpaw had been nothing to his family. By his siblings and his own father, and sometimes, the whole Clan itself. "Don't tell the the younger cats that he's your brother." Fuzzypelt would say, glaring at him as if his birth should have never been given to his mate. Robinwing always jumped up and defended him, but he turned away in misery, curled up in the corner of the Nursery, wishing he had a friend to understand and curl up next to. His siblings would always frighten him, making him jump, and every time Brindlepaw, his older sister, protested to the rest of them, Frostpaw and Dustkit would snort and begin playing a game or finding another way to make him scared. Brindlepaw hardly ever joined in their plans, and he grew to respect her.
"Come on, Ravenkit! Or are you too chicken to even come out of the Nursery?" "Dustkit! Don't say that about your own brother!" His mother was shocked at Dustkit, who bristled his fur at that reply."He's not my brother. I only have a half brother, Longpaw!" Fuzzypelt growled and swiped at the grass where he was waiting for Ravenpaw to step out. "I agree. He's no kit of mine, Robinwing." Whimpering by now, Ravenpaw just curled up by the line of the Nursery, waiting for the yowls of his family to die away in his sleep. It never came, because a prod came and wamrth came into his pelt. Raising his head up, there was Brindlepaw, smiling. "If you come out, I promise to show you all around the Camp." "Will...you?" His voice rather was a startled and sobbing hiccup! than really a reply. "You'll get to see other cats, rather than the ones who just visit us." Robinwing added, still glaring at her mate who was now wrestling with his 'only kit'. "O...Okay!" Managing to brighten his spirits, Brindlepaw's grin somehow got bigger, and raised his skinny shoulders up. "I'll show the Elders' Den, they tell the best stories!"
Brindlepaw became a warrior, Brindleface, and started to chat more with Darkstripe, though the tom shared Dustkit's thoughts about him, and he was even his second mentor, and it seemed they passed it down like blood lines. Ravenpaw asked her over and over if she was making the right choice to be friends with him, and she always put on a pearly-white smile Of course! Why wouldn't I trust him? The day came for Dustkit and Ravenpaw to become apprentices, and just before that, Longpaw became a warrior just like Brindleface, named Longtail. His mentor was Redtail, and Ravenpaw's Tigerclaw, most likely due to the warriors courage. It seemed like only a heartbeat before Ravenpaw was standing right there, the moment of his brother's mentor's death, and the deputy of the Clan.
That very moment, Tigerclaw blackmailed Ravenpaw and spread lies like wildfire.
If only Bluestar didn't...
Give him...
Tiger...star...
As a mentor...
He could be here.
...
"I'm sorry, Firestar."