Tiny paws pattered out of the Nursery and into the large Clearing that RiverClan called their home, and the pale sunlight illuminated Ravenkit's pelt, making his black pelt appear a richer, shinier color. He shook out his fur, which was ruffled from sleep, and he reached down to lick the small white locket on his chest.
Once he had made himself presentable (he couldn't bear to look ridiculous when his parents already made him a laughing stock), he headed to the fresh-kill pile and plucked a mouse out, taking his time to eat it. It's not like he had anything else to do, since he didn't really talk to anyone except Shadepaw, who was out training.