Hey! So as I promised, here it is, Ravenpaw's Story. This hopefully won't be a long one ;-) Enjoy. 3
I had just come back exhaustedfrom a hunt in the fields in the old Windclan territory. I couldn't find much now that leaf-bare is coming along. Just a simple mouse and two rabbits were as an effort. It might last me till tomorrow, but wouldn't keep me content. After the barn I had lived in for so many moons was torn down by Twolegs, I've been wandering around looking for a temporary shelter. I was so helpless, I considered surrendering myself and my mate to the Twolegs and live a peaceful life as a Kittypet. No. My mate, Mouse, who I love more than anything, made me swear on Starclan that I would not ever do that. Even after that promise, I still pondered the idea. With our first litter on the way, there's no such thing as too careful.
I walked solemnly back to, what was the past clan's, Sunningrocks. A collection of boulders That Riverclan and Thunderclan fought over since the beginning of the Clans. They were on the side of the river, sitting temptingly, almost beckoning you to sprawl out and bask in the sun-high warmth. There sat my beautiful mate, Mouse. The sun gleamed off her tortoiseshell pelt. It seemed she was asleep.
I padded quietly over to the boulder she was laying on and leapt nimbly up. I set the two rabbits in front of her and let the meaty scent drift up to her nose. She needed the meal more than I did. I stepped back and sat in my own little spot to devour my catch. I wolfed it down instantly. It barely dented the surface of my hunger. Exhausted from the hunt, I closed my eyes, curled up, and drifted off.
I woke to yowling. It was dark. There was no moon out that night. Everything was a blurry haze. Only one word in my head reverberated through my entire body. Mouse. Mouse. Mouse. Mouse.
Slashing, scratching, lunging, battering.
It took me a minute to realize what was going on.
Rouges were attacking.