Rainhaert

Pine woke up to rain. He grunted and then stretched. Pine was a loner never staying in one place for more than a week or two in some cases, sometimes a moon. He was a small black tom with a white chest and white paws. We was friendly to other cats he trusted which were a very small few. But this day would change him forever. For after today he would never be a loner again he would stay in one place until he died and be able to trust everyday he became friends with. For today is when he meets the clans, and he would leave behind everything he ever knew