Rippletail sat at the entrance of the camp. She had just become a Thunderclan warrior! She happily sat vigil while the rest of her clan slept, but in the back of her head, something bothered her. I have been in this clan since I was a kit. So how come I have no friends, how come I am not reconized, and why am I always ignored? Rippletail's happiness became gloomy in just a couple of minutes.
       Soon it was morning and cats started to wake. Rippletail could hardly remember any of their names, seeing as they never talked to her. She walked sluggishly to the warriors den and slept.
       It was sun-high when Rippletail woke back up. She paded out of the warriors den and went to the fresh kill pile. She chose a small shrew and started eating it. As she ate she looked around camp. Her clanmantes were sharing tounges. A pang of sadness hit her as no one noticed her all alone.
       Once she finished eating, Rippletail decided to go out and hunt. It was the one thing she enjoyed. She quickly caught a vole. As she continued to stalk around the forest, it began to grow dark. Rippletail was about to cross the border out of the territory, but she stopped herself just in time. Rippletail suddenly felt something she had never felt before. She felt like a rebel.