Gone. Mama was gone. Cop had left and Vi had pushed them even further away. He had yelled at Cedarkit. What was wrong with him? He was curled in the corner of the nursery, but even the nursery didn't feel very safe anymore. If mama was dead and Cop was gone, who would protect him? He was scared, so scared. He never wanted to leave his little corner. But even here, cats were bound to bother him. He slipped out of the nursery and found a hidden spot in the camp, away from everyone and everything. He began to cry. No, that wasn't the right word... Sob? No. Weep sounded right. Everything was different. No more mama to tell him everything was alright. Cop wasn't there for Vi to snuggle up with for comfort. As he wept, his surroundings blurred. Would Cece hate him now? Surely he would... Cop must hate him too... He was a horrible cat. A terrible cat. A feeling of hatred swept over him. Who did he hate? Was it Cop? No, it wasn't. Cece? Of course not. Then who? Was it... Himself? He looked into a small puddle nearby. The face that stared back up at him... His insides burned at the sight. What was this feeling? The face of Vibrantkit His face. The thought of himself. He hated it.
