The midwinter night was cold, colder than any night before. The freezing wind howled like a wolf, and my window was blown open by its mighty force. I looked at the calendar, and the town clock tower. 11.55, on the 24th of december. Christmas eve.

I am Macy. My father died before I was born, and my mother died in childbirth. I have no last name, and I have always lived at the orphanage. I share a room with 4 other girls, even though the room is small. Size doesn't matter here at the orphanage. What matters is that we are fed, and cared for.

The other girls in my room are like sisters to me. Kenzie Little sleeps on the bunk below me. She is nice enough, and good at comforting people, but is a little too quiet.

Her best friend is Alexia jones, who is outgoing and fiesty, the opposite to Kenzie's quiet nature. She is always getting in trouble for something, even if it's just Brylie playing a trick on her

Brylie Josephs is always laughing. She loves nearly everything, but her life was very sad. Unlike the rest of us, who have been here since we were babies, she knew her parents, and loved them. She only came here last year. We helped her along, and now she has recovered from the loss of her parents

Rosie hermana, who was brought in on the same day as me, is my best friend. She was born in the same hospital, but she isn't my sister. Dorothy wouldn't lie to us.

Dorothy is the matron. Along with her helpers Martha, Betty, Daisy and Mabel, she runs the orphanage. She is very kind, and tries very hard, but the orphanage is just too small for the 73 girls that live here.

When we get the yearly funding for toys and books, just before Christmas, Dorothy always makes sure that we all get something special. She comes round and asks us what we want, and we usually get it.

The reason the funding is so large is because the people who live at Oscuro manor are grateful to us for rescuing his only son when he was a little baby. Oscar, as he was called, and escaped from his pram when his nanny was chatting with another nanny. He nearly got hit by a car, but Dorothy grabbed him before he could be harmed.

When Dorothy comes out to ask what I want, I always ask for the same thing. All the warriors books that have come out since the last funding. I like reading the warriors books because they help me escape from the hustle and bustle of the orphanage.

I like Alderpaw best. I asked if I could use Dorothys computer to look it up, and I found the preview of the apprentices quest online. He seems like such a good cat. I also like the way that jayfeather and yellowfang are so hilariously grumpy, although it would be frustrating in real life.

As I lay on my bed, I looked at the small bookshelf in the room. On it lay almost every warriors book ever written, but there was only so much warriors you could read until you got bored.

Bong... bong... The clock started to strike twelve. It sounded a bit like someone was being hit with a saucepan numerous times. Bong... bong... I wish I could really escape into the warriors books. Bong... Bong... The wind stopped for a moment, as if it was considering my thought. Bong... Bong... It started again with a small puff, and then went back to howling at the night. Bong... Bong... Almost as if it were saying yes. Bong... Bong... I went down and changed the date to the 25th of december. I went back up to the bed and sighed. If only I could really escape...