Whitepaw hadn't done anything for days. Everytime someone approached him he would never look them in the eye. He wouldn't even respond.
He never spoke, never hunted, and barely ate or slept. The clan had tried to cheer him up but he refused to cooperate with them.
Due to him being unresponsive it had called off his warrior ceremony. His mentor feared he would be an apprentice forever if he didnt fix himself.
Everytime he did look up, those rare moments, were the most terrifying. His sharp blue eyes were cold as ice and struck fear in his clanmates.
It had gotten so bad that no one approached him anymore, and the clan called him "Coldpaw" due to his sudden change. Coldpaw knew he wasn't himself anymore, that he was now looked at from a different angle. But he didnt care. All he could do was grieve for Dapplepaw. He had never felt so empty in his heart, so much hatred for this world he was in.
Why did his mother leave? Why did Dapplepaw have to die? Was it really fate, or a mistake from Starclan?
Coldpaw didn't know and still didnt care. Dapplepaw- his Dapplepaw, was gone. He knew he would have to choose at some point and felt now was the best time. The clan started ignoring him and he felt forgotten, even though it was his own fault for scaring everyone away.
He decided he was going to leave Thunderclan as not to burden them with his grief anymore.
He waited until deep nightfall and rose from his place outside the apprentice den.