
The Exile wrote:day in, day out.
when the sun rose, cloudstep would wake up. she would look
at her clanmates around her, some snoozing late, some already
grooming each other, before she would leave the den, shaking
moss from her light colored pelt. she would glance up at the
sky, at the wide expanse of blue above, and catch sight of a
small, lonely bird circling in the air.
when the clan shared tongues, she would sit alone by the river
in the shade, pondering the sight of that fragile, winged beast.
did it have thoughts? hopes? ambitions? did it have friends and
family? or did it simply live to feel the breeze beneath its
wings, to push onward across the endless horizon, following
invisible currents that beckoned it?
cloudstep wished that she, too, could live with no purpose
other than to follow the path in the sky. after all, she had
no friends. she had no attachments. she had no dreams,
nor possessed no feelings of affection. she simply moved
through the day, existing, eating, hunting, pledging loyalty,
sleeping, and then started all over again the next. the end-
-less monotony bore into her soul, and she wished for freedom
from it.
perhaps, once upon a time, she would have called that yearning
"loneliness." when she had been a small kit, and had her sister,
ivystep, close by her side, she had never known what "loneliness"
was. when they had been separated, however, cloudstep had
come to be very familiar with it, though it had never had a name.
sleeping alone in the cold emptiness of the apprentice den.
aching for the days when she would sleep with her mother and
her sister. mourning her lack of friends and love.
why me?
why am i so alone?
the "loneliness" consumed her. it swallowed her heart until she
felt nothing, desired nothing. she became a cat detached from
her clanmates, unable to gossip and share tongues, incapable of
falling in love with the handsome toms she grew to know after
becoming a warrior. for her, there was only ever the "loneliness."
it was her only comrade, her solitary companion. its pain became
her pawsteps, and its chill became her breath, until she herself
became the vessel of solitude.
then, beaverpaw became an apprentice.
he was like her; he was alone. he had no littermates, no friends, no
cat his age. excitement sparked in cloudstep's underused heart, and
she began to feel. she would watch him from afar, her heart fluttering
with giddiness as she saw each day bring him closer and closer to
becoming another body to house "loneliness." together, they could be
set apart, and she would no longer have to walk the path set out
for her in desolation.
wasn't that, however, the point?
as time passed, cloudstep realized that even if beaverpaw became a host
for "loneliness," then neither of them would truly be happy. there was
no true happiness for cats like them. they were not allowed to have
company on their lonely journey.
so, she did what the "loneliness" told her to--
she ended solitary existence, alone, at night, and had left his body by
the lake, the true picture of emptiness. she had become nothing more
than a creature detached from feeling, and had held no guilt when she
had realized the weight of her actions.
it did not take the clan long to figure her out. the pieces were put together,
and they all led to cloudstep's bloodied paws. ivystep was outraged.
"my own sister--how?! how could you do such a thing!"
"why!" cried the cats of the clan. "why did you kill him?!"
for cloudstep, the answer was simple.
death was easier than the slow sap of love and life from your heart. death
was better for beaverpaw than becoming a vessel for "loneliness."
it was then that cloudstep realized what she must do.
she turned heel, and ran. ivystep followed her, and silverwing after. they
called to her, trying to recover her, to draw back some of the life from
the frozen territory in the she-cat's chest that had once housed her heart.
they were led to the river, and, before any cat could say anything, cloud-
-step leaped. for a moment, she was suspended in time, suspended in air.
for a moment, her spirit was free from her body, the body that had become
a host for "loneliness."
then, she crashed into the water, and found no need nor desire to swim.
there she drowned, and it wasn't until many sun-highs later that her body
was found where beaverpaw's had been, the waves lapping quietly at her
pelt, no other creature to be heard or seen. even to the end, her body had
belonged to the "loneliness."
many moons later, ivystep would visit starclan in her slumber, and would
see the spirit of a small, pale-colored she-cat and brown apprentice
playing amongst the rivers of the sky, following the invisible current
that beckoned their souls onward. it made the medicine cat's heart
warm to see that the lonliness had ended at last.
congratulations, thunderclan! you have caught the killer!









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