Or: The Departure of Kite and Pisciz.
She had planned this for a few days, though the initial desire to do it had been there for oh so much longer. Moons even. If not seasons.
She had never truly belonged here.
Despite the radiant Pink-Orange of the circle on her eye she had never found herself at home with the cats who shared with her that trait.
Looking at the situation now made the thought cross her mind that she had never once intended to stay.
Maybe the longing to leave this place behind had always been on her subconscious mind, since long before the sudden change of tides had made it worse, urgent enough in the face of danger to haunt her every second, awake or asleep.
Until she couldn't bear it.
She was, of course, a coward to do this. To leave behind the only cat she'd kind of been friends with.
No, she couldn't think of Palette right this moment. Of course the head smith had known for a long time now that Kite hadn't been wanting to spend the rest of her life with the Tribes. They'd never been all that close, but she knew Palette cared about her; needless to say they were friends of sorts, and the young she-cat knew her mentor would be sad to watch her leave. To make it easier once the moment approached, Kite had told her a long time ago, when there'd been no more than the idea that this wasn't the life she wanted to lead. That she'd go one day. And then, just before Sunrise, she'd bid her final goodbye. Oh, the hurt – it hadn't been supposed to hurt at all.
But now it's too late, she thought to herself as she stepped across the Fire Tribe border into the Neutral Territories, feeling a prickling sensation upon her left eye that told her she was once again marked Black as free.
F r e e .
She'd go West this time. Never again would Kite risk running into the Gang again.
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