Raveneye was startled out of her thoughts when a small body collided with her frame. Her black and grey pelt immediately bristled and her claws unsheathed themselves to dig into the soft dirt beneath her paws. Danger! Danger! Danger! echoed through her mind. When she noticed that it was just an unobservant apprentice, she forced herself to expel the feeling of danger that filled her. Slowly, her pelt smoothed back down and her claws retracted, leaving small indentions in the ground. Her ice blue eye slid over the apprentice’s form and she dipped her head, partly in greeting and partly to expel the embarrassment she felt of being caught of guard which was highly unusual given her hyper vigilance.


“It’s okay. I apologize as well. I seemed to have been so lost in thought that I did not notice you approach.” she replied, shifting so she faced the young tom with a curious glance. Her left eye, completely black in color and useless to her, copied the movements of her good eye as she scanned, making sure there was nothing else she missed that would take her by surprise.

For a brief moment, Raveneye was concerned when the apprentice flinched away. He seemed to relax afterwards and she returned his smile with a polite one of her own. “Well, no harm no foul.“ she said, amusement lacing her soft voice. It was a new experience, having a conversation with someone without underlying hostility and distrust. It was hard for her to adjust to the fact that she wasn’t on her own anymore and not everyone had some sinister ulterior motive when conversing with her. The scars that could be found along her back and flanks served to her as reminders that not everyone had good intentions and would not hesitate to stab her in the back. The she-cat noticed as the apprentice’s attention shifted to her blind eye and the amusement she felt earlier came back. “I see you’ve noticed my eye. Interesting isn’t? Though the story behind it is quite dull. I was just simply born this way.”

Raveneye pondered the question he posed for a moment. Her reception to Nightclan was not the warmest or most joyful. She was brought in as a prisoner and then was trusted enough to become a warrior, but others still avoid her and act like she is still an outsider. "Honestly. Nightclan has been fair in their treatment of me thus far. I was brought to camp as a prisoner before being promoted to warrior and given the name Raveneye. Before that, I was just known as Raven. They have given me a home and I am sure with time it will come to feel that way. For now, others avoid me and I walk alone." she responded, curling her tail over her paws almost as a reflexive gesture to ensure the walls she created still remain intact. "I would not say they have been awful. Though some of these scars are not just from rouges and others who wander." A thin smile curled across her face as she spoke.

Raveneye noticed as the apprentince's posture changed into a sullen and downcast nature. "Yes. I am sure it will, but I shall not hold out any hope." she mused, her blue eye calculating his posture. "The same cannot be said for you I assume?" The dark she-cat hated to think that the apprentice had been mistreated based on his background or disabilities. From what she has learned, is that honorable cats can come from many different places and have many different forms. The tom that raised her when she was abandoned by her mother was a runaway kittypet. He taught her a great deal and she might not have survived if it was not for him.

An understanding smile came across her face as the apprentice spoke of his past. Gazing curiously at his paws, she took note that it appears the same thing that happened to Midnight, the cat who raised her, had also happened to him. She could hear how hard it was for him to talk of what happened and did not frown or show any judgement. "Ah, I see. I have noticed that many tend to look down upon and belittle those who were once kittypets." she responded, her voice gentle and kind. "I was abandoned at birth by my mother because of my blindness and the one who raised me was a kittypet himself. He had the same affliction you seem to have, but he learned and taught himself to survive on his own. You are not useless or worth any less than warriors just because you have no front claws. You are just as capable and fierce." she spoke with conviction and a bright smile. "Truth be told, I enjoy having your company."

Her bright smile remained as the apprentice introduced himself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Softpaw. I am Raveneye.” she responded. Raveneye is aware that she mentioned her name before, but did not actually introduce herself either. “I assume you’ve been training for quite a while and I apologize for keeping you from your rest.” The she-cat was not exactly sure what he had previous been up to, but she had seen him slip through the camp entrance for a brief moment before he stumbled into her. Though, looking back she did not mind. Softpaw was a pleasant conversationalist.

Raveneye shook her head in answer to Softpaw's question. "I had just exited the warrior's cavern and was trying to decide on what to do. I thought it'd be best for me to explore the territory and became more familiar with it." She responded, tilting her head as well, slightly to the right in thought. Maybe having someone leading her would be more beneficial. The dark she-cat was concerned she would not be able to find her way back on her own. "Do you know the territory well? If so, would you mind showing me around? I haven't left the camp since I was brought was brought in as a prisoner."

Raveneye smiled as she stood and followed Softpaw to the camp entrance. Amusement flickered through at the sight of the apprentice excited to show her around. Anyone else would have found it dull and tedious to led her through Nightclan's territory, but she enjoyed the fact that he took pride in being able to help her. "Of course. There is no time like the present. Lead the way." She replied as the amusement filtered into her voice.

Raveneye was close behind the apprentice as the exited the camp and huffed a small laugh at his tone of voice. Her ice blue eye scanned around to make sure the weren’t followed by an unsavory warrior or apprentice. When they reached the cliff face, a look of awe came over her. She never noticed this before and it was a sight see. The pool looked like glass, reflecting the night sky and stars. “It’s quite beautiful.” she said in agreement. “I can’t believe an earthquake created something this stunning.”