ravensong was laying under a large tree by the river. it had been a fairly hot day, and she had no other place to shade herself from the sun. her friends were not at camp today, and her leader had been busy in her den. it was a very lonely day for her, indeed. ravensong was really bored. she had nothing to do but look at the branches of the tree above her, and count them all. there were many branches on the tree, and ravensong couldn't even try to count them all right now. she was very thirsty, actually. springing up from the spot she had been laying in, ravensong padded over to the river.

the sleek black cat dipped her head to lap up the water below her. the water had a fairly bitter taste that she was used to. turning away from the river, the she-cat decided that she would hunt now, it would be a better explanation for why the deputy of windclan had been out so long. ravensong saw a vole scuttling in the long grass. eyeing it for a moment, she stalked forward, and tailed the vole as it scuttled through the grass. "you're mine, mister." ravensong mewed. she pawed the mouse onto the floor, and made her final blow. the vole was dead. she happily scooped it up with her mouth, and dropped it in what would soon be her fresh kill pile.

ravensong spotted sandpaw hunting in the river. she heard the young apprentice say 'little fishes, are you ready for auntie sandpaw to devour you and bring back for sparklestar and ravensong to see what i've caught?'. the black cat mewed in laughter. she made her way over to where the apprentice had been, and purred with delight. "greetings, young sandpaw."

she was always nice to apprentices. she never tried to get angry at them, like other mentors did. ravensong knew that sandpaw was one of the best windclan apprentices, and she felt bad that she got in trouble with her mentor often. the young deputy was very experienced at her job, but sometimes her heart tends to get in the way. "i see you're hunting?" she asked the apprentice, obviously knowing the answer.