Authors Note- This is my first time trying to publish a story. I like it and hope you do too. Please review! It'll get to a warrior-ish story later, not now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own anything, except my characters and plot. Enjoy!

It was a dark moonless night. The barn was cold, a feeling of dread hanging over it. Shingle was asleep in his box, Frosty was on watch, and Harpy was murmuring wake up stories to her sleeping kits. Spider sat alone in his nest wondering what the heck he was doing. The four rouges were traveling, hunger and constant war fourcing them to go together.

Spider had always lived alone, and having the other cats aroud was making him uneasy. Shingle had said that he lived in a clan, so he was used to having others around. Frosty said he lived in a house, so he lived with a dog. Harpy and her kits were in some place called a shelter, her people left her there and never came back. They all seem to have had hard lives, but Spider's life was by far the hardest.

He was born in an alley, his sister foze to death, a rouge male killed his brother, and his mom abandoned him to save herself. He found her dead on the streets a moon later. The sun was his new brother, the moon his new sister, the trees his new mother, and the rivers were his only known father. No cat knew his pain, but they all respected it. No cat could ease his pain, but they all would notice it. Now there were more cats in his life, more pain to come. Spider refused to listen to their backrounds, share prey with them, or sleep curled up by them, for the fear of getting close just to lose was far too great.

Soon the sun would rise and Spider could be with his brother again. His sister hadn't come tonight, the clouds had kept her away. The thought of his sibilings made Spider remember them clearer. His brother was a small, bright golden pelted kit, with huge amber eyes. His sister was a smaller, moonlit silver pelted kit, with big bright blue eyes that never got a chance to change. His mother had kept them close together, wrapped in her warm brown pelt. That was the past though, now was what really mattered.

As the sun rose Frosty woke Shingle, then helped Harpy arouse her still sleeping kits.

"Awww... Do we have to go already? I'm still tired." a small white tom-kit whined.

"Yeah, I'm tired too! We haven't stopped for more than a night for moons!" a tan she-kit added.

"Tripple, Poppy, you know we can't stop for long anywhere. Though I can't believe the war has come this far already...", Harpy told the kits, nuzzling them out of their warm nest.

" Spider! It's time to go! We'll need time to hunt so we need to leave now!", Shingle called impatiently.

Authors Note- Short? Yeah...I'm soo nervous! I need longer chapters...I feel like a total noob! Reveiw if you liked it! Please! I'll try to make it longer! Let me know if you're reading this!