It was an unfortunate life.
He could not leave.
He could not live.
He could not die.

Well technically he was dead, but he was doomed to wander the tunnels forever.
Alone.

He thought of the last time he saw a cat.
Jayfeather... he had begged the blind cat to stay with him.
But alas, he ended up alone as ever.

It was an eternity of walking the same tunnels, all the time, everyday.
He'd seen it all. Memorized it all.
He could find his way through with his eyes closed.

He was lonely.
But he could handle himself.

Most of the time, anyway.
It was days like this that he could not stand being alone. The only time he ever felt afraid anymore.
It was pouring, and the tunnels had begun to flood.
The water wouldn't hurt him, not now.
But like the water, memories kept rushing to him.

He remembered water rushing into his mouth, gagging him, though he couldn't cough it up.
Every gasp he took only dragged more water into him, filling his lungs as he tried desperately to get above the water.
His head hitting the top of the cave before he realized that his struggles would get him no where.
And finally, everything going black.

The darkness didn't last long, though. He woke up later, to find himself completely dry, yet still in the flood waters.
Dead.

He couldn't run away from those memories. No matter how much he wished to.
And there was no one he could talk to about it. No one to comfort him.
It was horrible, to wish death upon another cat. But he was so lonely.

So many years had passed. He just wanted a friend. He didn't want to be by himself any longer.

He wanted to die.
He wanted to live.
He wanted to leave.
It was so unfortunate.

I have a thing for writing pointless drabbles, eh?