I Really Missed You

"Creammist. Come on, let's go on a walk." She hissed quietly, pulling her head out of the den entrance. She waited patiently for her best friend to step out so they could leave.

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Creammist smiled and headed out of the den after her best friend.

OOC; I know, right?

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IC: "So... um..." She started, her tone changing massively from happy to worry. "You're probably going to hate me for this, but I... mated with a rouge," With shame, she turned her head away. "Worse: I had his kits." She stopped abruptly, tears forming little balls in her sad blue eyes.

"I got ill. Severely ill. I nearly died." She let out a sob, tears thundering down her face. "My son, Ripplepaw died. He went on a quest to find his father, but died in the process."

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Creammist took a step back from Salmonstripe. She stuttered, speechless for a moment. All she could say was, "You've changed." And then she whipped around and raced the camp entrance, tears forming in her eyes. How could her best friend have done that?

Now she was all alone. All alone to drown in tears. All alone to suffer. All alone to... Die. "Creammist..." She whispered, crying loudly. She didn't care if she was caught. She buried her head into her paws, letting out mourningful wails.

Creammist heard her best friend's wails, but she was crying too hard and feeling too betrayed to go back. All of her instincts were pushing her to go to Salmonstripe and help her through whatever was troubling her, but her best friend's betrayal was... well... happened. It already happened. Nothing could ease Creammist now, not even the satisfaction of her best friend being happy.

She sighed.

Her life was ruined. Everything important in her consciousness was dead. She couldn't care less if she slipped on a phantom rock and hit her head on another phantom rock in the phantom river. The river was her stronghold. Everything that tied her to the origins of RiverClan. Everything that reminded her who she was, what her personality was, what her traits were, how she was.

And now the river reminded her that she wasn't, that her personality wasn't, that her traits weren't real. They were phantom, all created because of StarClan, dead cats, who died because their lives ended. They wanted to create other cats in their place, but Creammist was nowhere near the phantom cats who died phantom lives, who lived phantom lives, who were born from phantom lives.

Everything was phantom. Nothing was real.

Creammist was phantom. Creammist was nothing. Nothing was real. Creammist was a real phantom.

And that was it.

Creammist's life, personality, and traits were real phantoms. Overall, life was a phantom.

Except for Salmonstripe's betrayal.

That was real.