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Raven's paws felt as if they were made of stone, yet she padded on. How did she do it? She didn't know. How was she still alive? She didn't know. The only thing she was sure of as she padded onward, was that she was going somewhere and somewhere safe. She didn't care exactly where it was, If it was in a hollow tree,it was under a bramble bush, even if it was near two-legs. No, the only thing that mattered was that it was somewhere, and somewhere safe.
Her black pelt brushed her mates wiry brown one. She turned her gaze to him and sighed, burying her nose in his fur. It was unbelievably painful to be doing what she was doing. She had been a traveler, but she had stopped for a while. Now the only cat she was with was her mate: Branchcloud.
When she had lived with other cats, a group of them in fact, she had gotten used to living with them. The scent of other cats, sharing food with them. When she had first joined, she was reluctant. She had always been a rouge, what was the point of being in a group. But somehow, the fierce and prickly raven had come to like living in a group. It surprised her, greatly, especially when she started to have a soft-spot towards one of the members. After a while, she had grown to like living in a group, maybe even to respect Redclaw a little bit. She would like a home with other cats, just to feel better about the group falling apart.
As her mind returned to the present, she was aware that, that life was gone now. She had to get used to being a rouge again. It was part of life, it always had been. She focused her senses on the grass rustling in the wind, on the butterflies and other things, but it was hard. Raven focused on Branchcloud again. She nuzzled his shoulder, though her gaze was clouded with worry.