"Is this home anymore?" it pondered aloud, whilst pacing though the caverns alone. alone. a word that could even begin to encompass how it feels in the clan it was born in. there is simply no word that could explain where its mind is except for one: lost. it was lost, not in the system of caverns and caves, but in the chaotic stream of life. how else could it feel after witnessing a death of a leader. a death provided by twilightstar's own daughter and deputy nonetheless. death. it came from violence. violence came from hate. hate came from anger. and anger came from fear. and here it was fearing its own clan. fear that there will be an endless cycle of death, and violence, and anger, and fear. this cycle had simply been the one source of its troubles its entire life: it feared the harm of other cats in its plan so it sacrificed itself. it feared the loss of friends so it distanced itself. it feared the punishment of twilightstar so it hid. fear had driven its action upon feltswirl its whole life. there's only so much a cat can do to distance themselves from fear. "so what's the point in staying where fear can control you?" it asked itself, sitting staring at the untouched snake it had brought with it. as far as it knew it was the only cat in the clan that regularly ate them. it was strange. feltswirl was strange. a pacifist in a group who'll do violent things. maybe it isn't fear of death and violence, but fear of losing control. control was something many sought yet there were still things out of anycats' control. standing up, it trotted towards the camp, struggling to keep itself from wincing its sprained paw. it felt no longer welcome here. a prey to the predators of violence. its control will be taken back. this time however it needed to begin with an ending. no more violence. no more fear. no more cavernclan. but first it needed to say goodbye to those it knew...
