The dawn light broke through the wall of corn rows in front of Ravenpaw, the light shocking and beautiful to his eyes in the small cracks between his lids. Ravenpaw watched the sun rise as he breathed in the fresh scents of the dew on the grass that grew outside the barn. His eyes watered at the strong tangy scent of the nearby garlic patch. His mouth watered at the sound of the nearby scratching of mice roaming behind giant stacks of hay. The aspects of morning flooding his senses woke Ravenpaw quickly as usual. Daily Ravenpaw witnessed the movement of the farm as day went on, but today felt slightly strange, maybe because the two-leg tom wasn't out of the nest yet. Maybe it was the absence of the yipping dogs that roamed by the barn chasing anything that moved out of place. Ravenpaw just shrugged it off and continued his walk to the small stream. Sometimes Ravenpaw liked to sit in the middle of that stream and let the cool feel of the water soak deep into his fur and penetrate his thoughts with the cooling sensation. Green-leaf was always too hot for his black pelt to be comfortable in, so the smooth running water always happened to soothe the heat. It felt like days had gone by when Ravenpaw finally heard the snuffling of the dogs and he raced back to the barn, his coat dripping and sleek. Though it had not been days it was already past sunhigh.
"had I been so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't notice how empty my stomach was and how much of the day had passed." He asked himself allowed knowing he was alone. "it must have been," he paused smelling and unfamiliar scent in the barn. "is there someone there?" he called out. No answer. "oh well" he muttered under his breath, if anyone were to attack him it wouldn't bother him much. The sun was nearing the lowest point before disappearing until dawn so Ravenpaw needed to hunt before the sun was gone. He rustled around the hay on one side of the stack and quickly leapt to the other just in time to land right on top of a fleeing mouse. the thud that sounded after he landed scared the mice right back to the shelter of the hay so they wouldn't be moving for a while. Ravenpaw lied down to eat the mouse when he smelled the unfamiliar scent again.
Again Ravenpaw called out "is anybody there?" again, no answer. Ravenpaw shrugged it off and began biting into the warm flesh of his fresh kill savoring the sweet scent and delicious flavor. The rustling continued in the background but Ravenpaw blocked it out to enjoy his meal. Slowly the sun slipped away as the rustling grew stronger and Ravenpaw began to fear what was making the noise. He didn't want to have to die, he was afraid of what would happen to him, he surely wouldn't be going to starclan. The rustling grew louder still when finally it stopped. The darkness was growing stronger so Ravenpaw went to seek shelter in his nest. Ravenpaw settled down to sleep and was swept away by dreams of what could be and what he wanted to have in his miserable life.