Raggedtuft had recently joined Thunderclan, feeling like she hadn't belonged at all in Windclan. Thunderclan seemed to be the best choice for her, though she didn't know why. The scarred she-cat, gently twirled leaves about with the air around her, sighing. The cats of Thunderclan didn't trust her, and she knew that. She only wanted to be needed in a clan. The calico tried to talk to the others, but they always avoided her, or just made up an excuse to not talk to her.

She felt as if she made a wrong choice, but it was too late now. Raggedtuft was determined to be the best warrior for Thunderclan, and if the other clan members still didn't like her, then that's their loss, she decided. Her ears twitched as a new sound came about, different than the wind and leaves around her. Another cat, it seemed. She turned towards them, ears pinning back. She couldn't remember the cats name. "Oh...Hello."