gone, gone, gone [open]

[tenacious]

It was gone.

Gone, gone, gone, gone.

There would never be four Clans in this forsaken forest! There would only be three- and the recreation of one had killed another. Rage towards the new Clan built up inside of the tom cat as he slowly moved throughout the abandoned territory, eyes staring blankly ahead; he barely registered the territory passing before his own eyes. Had WindClan remained nothing more then a memory, ShadowClan would be strong; but that foolish…disgusting piece of fur….she had gone and rebuilt it! He stopped walking and spun around, raking his claws down a nearby tree, eyes flashing and a snarl bursting into the air. These displays of aggression had become more and more common- Swampclaw had been successful in ridding himself of them before, but no longer. There was just too much rage to keep bottled up!

The tortoiseshell abruptly sat down; tail tip twitching like an angry snake as he stared at the claw marks in the tree. How could Willowstar leave? She was leader. She had sworn to protect her Clan, to die apart of ShadowClan, but she had allowed it to simply fall. Would there ever be some mouse-brained cat sometime in the future that decided to rebuild ShadowClan? Swampclaw doubted it.

Life as a loner had not treated the tom very well and it showed as the anger slowly faded from his eyes; they were dull and his pelt was unclean. But he could hunt for himself and he hadn’t ventured from ShadowClan territory, so he knew where to hunt. Swampclaw didn’t want to leave ShadowClan territory. He would never be apart of another Clan and he would not simply trespass. He was not a loner. ShadowClan may be gone, but he still carried a warrior name.