Forgotten

His heart heavy, the grey tabby tom watched as a shadow reached out a paw, and drew him in. The cats all ran past him and Sweetpool just watched emotionlessly as his Clan left without noticing he was gone. A barely audible sigh escaped his muzzle and a dark void seemed to swallow his heart.
"They never needed me anyway."
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As a young warrior, Sweetpool did many things that a normal warrior did: Hunt, patrol the borders, and defend his Clan. However, it was all normal. A recurring event. It held no excitement. He didn't think he could change his life, so he continued hunting, patrolling, and defending. Now that he's a senior warrior, all the attention goes to the new generation. Every cat worships the young warriors, apprentices, and kits, for they are the future of the Clan. Slowly, Sweetpool is drawing farther away from his friends and family. What will happen when this cat is left in the shadows? When he's forgotten?