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Ever since the disappearance of his mother, things hadn't been the same.
Diamondheart was Sovereign now, with Blizzardglow as her trustworthy Crowned.
The son of the missing Sovereign sat near the tunnel that led to the soldiers' den, his pale blue eyes darkened with turbulence swirling deep within them. At four moons old, his mother, Valleystar, had started his and his siblings' training early, and from day one she pitted them against each other. He had no ties to his littermates, none at all; in all reality, he didn't care for them. He couldn't connect with them on any level, for the darkness in his heart was too much to bear. His older siblings, on the other hand, had not attempted to make any ties to him or his littermates. That only caused the turmoil in his heart to grow.
With his mother now gone, he felt as if a hole was left in his soul, yet at the same time, an immense weight was taken off of his shoulders. It was a truly contradicting feeling, indeed.
With a sigh, the five moon old tom lifted himself to his paws and turned, heading to the entrance of the camp. Surely, no one would try to stop him, for they knew if they tried, the wouldn't get anywhere. He'd just laugh and continue on his day, not caring about the wellbeing of himself or others.
"And where do you think you're going?" Eveningpaw trotted over to her younger brother. "You know the rules, kiddo," She scolded the younger cat, sounding almost like an exact copy of their aunt Mistlesnow- the siblings now assumed adopted mother, "you can't leave the camp alone anymore. I'll come with, okay?" She flashed Disasterkit a toothy smirk.
Disasterkit couldn't help but to roll his eyes at his older sister's remarks. "I'm nearly a student now," He countered, his tail lashing out behind him in pure annoyance, "shouldn't I at least get familiarized with the territory, so that I'm already ahead of all the others?" He knew this was a losing battle, though, for Eveningpaw would never let him go out on his own. "Fine. But I get to choose where we go." He huffed, and slipped through the outer ring and out of camp.
