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| - "Mapleshade." He sneers at me as he pads past, his gleaming dark tabby coat flashing at me. "Tigerstar," I reply smoothly. He circles around to face me again and sits, his tail flicking around his paws. "We're leaving," he meows. "Leaving where?" I reply, trying to sound naive. He narrows his eyes at me. "Leaving this territory, badger-brain. We have to move with the Clans." I nod slowly, staring through one of the musty puddles beside me. They're popping up everywhere in the Dark Forest, and if you stare at them you can see the twolegs wripping down the forest territory. I listen to the loud, racous cries of their hollow, floating things as the send them across the river into RiverClan territory, and smile. Serves those mangy, no-good, crowfood eaters right. Tigerstar rouses me from my glorious vision. "Come on, stupid. We're leaving," he spits, and turns to pad away. I can tell that he cares crow squat about his former home. Not that I do either. Well... maybe just a little regret. A little. I follow him, weaving through the dark, foul-smelling trees and past the eerily glowing mushrooms. I feel a twinge of regret as I hear them clomping through FourTrees. After they tear out the Great Rock, there is a heart-wrenching silence. My tail sits, poised against the musty, brittle leaves, as I watch hundreds- no, thousands- of pelts shifting around, mumbling quietly to themselves. Some of them are only faint shadows, they are faded away so much. I look down at my own, once beautiful tortoishell-and-white pelt. It is now faded, and I can see the outlines of trees on the other side of me. I know I will fade away soon. Suddenly, the horde of cats lurch forward, breaking into a steady run. I follow, energy coursing through my veins. Soon, though, it leaves. I feel the beating pain of loneliness almost turning me back towards the old territory. My home. My parents' home. My grandparents' home. I stare forward at the mass of slower moving pelts in front of me, and, stranglely, feel like crying. How un-Mapleshade-ly of me. Soon, though, I notice cats turning back, padding back to their home territories. A huge mist, which I didn't notice before, envelopes them. In the pit of my soul, I know that they will wander the in-between territories forever. A strong urge to run away from the mist and to run to it both strike me at the same time. I supress a cry of pain, and feel as if the heart-breaking longing will crush me, and I will shatter into millions and millions of tortoishell pieces. I soon pick to follow the rest of the group, but this time with my head hung low. Tigerstar comes and pads beside me for a while, silent. I notice him and glare into his flickering amber eyes when I realize it- he misses the old territory as much as I do. I turn from his broad face and star straight ahead. It could have been days. Hours. Even minutes. But it felt like decades before we reached the lake. Before, we had just traveled over what seemed to be the sky. We could see the territories below, and the clouds above. But now that we've reached the lake, we're back in the dim, dank forest that I'm so familiar with. Tigerstar surveys it and smiles. "Welcome home," he mumbles under his breath. Not a day goes by that I don't think about the old territories. But we can't go back, can we? But one thing keeps my longing for my old home at bay. Right before we arrived into the Dark Forest again, I could see into the territories. I could see kits, playing and happy. I even saw two that looked just like mine- before they drowned, of course. I saw ThunderClan. I saw RiverClan. A piece filled my empty heart again, burning like fire and licking at my chest. Revenge. That was the feeling. (You like? Of course you do xD And btw, if you're wondering what the hollow floating things were at the beggining of the story, they're boats.) Rin and LenI am the fourth Alice 01:17, September 27, 2012 (UTC)
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