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ever have those days where every little thing gets on your nerves and eats away at you slowly? ever want to just freak out and let everything you've been holding inside out into the world? the lithe gray tom was having one of those days. the tightness of annoyance and aggravation gripped his chest like a vice. it didn't matter what he did, whether it be deep breathing or sorting through his thoughts, he couldn't get the feeling to go away. the tom could feel every nerve in his body prickle with frustration and his only desire was to run. run until his legs gave out on him and he was left with nothing.

he hardly felt his paws touch the ground

stormhawk was nowhere near the windclan camp. the scent of his fellow clanmates was lost on the wind, and for being a cat who dislikes being alone, he was content. the gray toms paws had a slight pain to them, but it comforted him. the feeling was still gripping his chest, but it had eased up significantly. a smile broke across the toms face and he laughed, a hearty, real laugh that came from deep in his belly. the tom was standing at the border of windclan territory, laughing, his whole body moving with the strength of his laugh.

then he stopped.

just like that. with no warning, no reason, he just stopped laughing, and his smile fell from his face as well. he found himself upon the ground. no, he wasn't in pain, he wasn't tired, he just laid there both paws stretched out in front of him, and his head resting upon his femurs. the tom was silent, listening to the sound of the wind, the sound of silence.

the sound of loneliness.