Hailwatcher

You've lived in the barn for how long...? A quarter moon, was it? You flick your ears as you sniff in the dusty scent of the barn. Ravenpaw, a skinny black tom with white dashes on his pelt, pads up to you, purring softly with a few rats in his mouth. Barley, who was in his nest, perks up and steps out his nest, his tail flicking behind him. Hailwatcher curls up into his nest, kneading the hay with his paws, a soft growl escaping his throat.