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Voletail was not going to deal with this any longer. The clan he had joined with high hopes had crumbled, just like that. Suddenly, not only were StarClan-believers less important than others, but elders weren't respected. He refused to stay in a clan where your worth and beliefs would put one at a disadvantage. Especially knowing that they were now close to the Dark Forest. He didn't care what anyone said - this was not a good clan, and the leaders were not good cats.
It really saddened him what had happened, it truly did. His mate had given up on their ancestors, and was taking the clan down with her. All to make them "free," she had abandoned StarClan and was turning the clan into something completely different. This place was not home to him, and he prayed that he would never have to even think about Auburnstar again. She was not his mate. She was just another awful murderer, just another cat who belonged in the Exiles.
He wasn't going to put on a whole show when he left. He had no reason to, after all. So, he said nothing. He had nothing to bring with him, so he didn't carry anything. Just a tomcat, just an ordinary cat, who stood and made no sounds. His eyes were sad, his whiskers were droopy. He could not read or write, which meant that he would not be making a final note. That was okay, he supposed. No one here meant enough to him any more.
No, he turned around and left, engulfed by the trees.
