At Dust

[Kala]

InfernoWind just rolled her eyes as she listened to her grandmother rant on and on about the plot to over throw her father, though little did NightBlood know that her granddaughter was off day dreaming…yet again. It was the same, after she made one little mess up in training, the black she-cat would punish her by oral claws. It was the worst kind in the young warrior’s mind, but after moons, she gotten use to being called lower than a SilverClan cat or a piece of Starclan dung. Three long coughs jerked her out of her thoughts of grand illusions. A small sly gleam entered her red eyes as she slowly turned her head to face the white face she-cat with huge fake teary eyes. “Oh grandmother, I completely understand and I am sorry. If I fail you anymore, I would wish Deathclan will kick me out. Please kind a way to forgive my unforgivable deeds.” Ah yes, this always turned it over to get up and leave before her grandmother would stop her telling her it was quite alright. After a few minutes, the black she-cat was walking through the bushes that blocked the hidden camp from the rest of the clan. Though everyone but her mother and father knew about it. Sighing heavily, she began to dart across the camp towards the entrance. She needed to clear her mind or telling something about all of the ideas and questions she had that no one else seem to understand. Though that was a fat water vole chance, everyone within the clan looked up to her as their saving grace from her father, Flamestar.

'Just want someone...'

[Tiger]

There would never be a time when Silverblood would forgive Flamestar for taking over the clan his father had worked so hard to give an evil name to. Though, he was annoyed with how long it was taking for their plan to actually be started. If things kept going the way their were then both he and his mother would be gone before anything happened. And that was unacceptable. Silverblood let a low growl leave him as he dug his claws into the ground of the camp. He wanted to draw as much blood as possible from that unworthy piece of Starclan filth before he left this world.

The black tom had been excessively bored the past few days. With the clans forgetting about Evilclan, there were no borders to patrol daily and hunting was becoming just a daily task for every cat. There were rarely patrols that went out on order from Flamestar and everyone just wandered around the camp or forest all day. He snapped out of his thoughts at the sight of a familiar tail disappearing out of camp. Now what was she up to? He got to his paws, shaking out his pelt before slinking after Infernowind. Had his mother finished nagging her? Apparently. Either that or she was dead. He tilted his head in thought. See if his mother was alive or go after the she-cat? Well, there would have been a commotion if Nightblood really had been attacked.

[Kala]

InfernoWind did not notice the on looking eyes of her uncle and even she did, she would not stop to speak with him or even bother wasting her engery to glace towards him. He kenw everything about the plot that seem to take forever. It was far from her fault, but her grandmother's. She old she-cat never seem to be pleased with anything and kept saying wait for the right time. Wait for the right time. The young she-cat swore she could hear the elderly warrior now. Chills went down the warrior's spine at the idea of Nightblood appearing out of no where. Mumbling, she pushed the image away to the back of her mind and turn her focus on her current problem. Herself.

There was never enough time for her to just sit back and collect all of her thoughts and reflect off of them. Sure she was bearly a warrior, but that did not mean a thing. When you are lost and unsure about yourself, she can damn well make sure you can sit on your tail and think things through...though most did that with a friend. Then it hit InfernoWind. She hadn't a friend in the whole forest to call her own.

[Tiger]

Well this was boring. She wasn't even doing anything productive. Silverblood snorted, not caring if she heard him or not. Well, while he was out here he might as well hunt. He could take out his anger on the unsuspecting prey of the forest. The tom let out a large yawn, arching his back. Giving the she-cat a look that could be considered a half glare, he turned, padding off. He would keep close anyway, making sure she didn't try anything. Why would she come out into the forest for nothing? It made no sense. Then again, half the cats in the clan did things without any sense.

The top paused as more pawsteps reached his ears. Now who in their right mind....? He ducked into a bush, crouching low to the ground. The cat didn't seem to be looking for anyone imparticular as the sounds just continued. "Infernowing?" Damn! It was him! Flamestar. Lips lifted. What was the annoying kittypet of a leader doing here?

"Infernowind, are you okay?" the leader asked his daughter, head tilting to the side.

[Kala]

InfernoWind nearly jumped out of her skin as her name was called out and by her father none of the less. Wipping her head around, both red color eyes flashed with a whole strain of emotions before they settled on sorrow and loniness. "...I'm fine father...just came out here to think." This was rather strange. Most of the time the illtempered she-cat would have an edge to her voice or would make some sharp comment at the end of ther statements. It was clear she was not well. For her tail that was always in the air held high like a banner was lying without a care on the ground as both of her ears flatten to her skull. Looking towards the side, she began to think about what to do or say since her father was there. She knew that her grandmother had someone spying on her. The damn she-cat would never let her have a moments peace alone, unless she was dead or told to cat to buzz off after giving him or her a long string of thearts. "...am I hard to talk to?" she asked in a shaking voice.

[Tiger]

"You sure?" He was obviously worried about his only daughter. Flamestar knew something had to be up. Though he rarely saw or even talked to her, the leader had his father instincts. And they told him that she had something on her mind. The orange pelted tom really didn't know how to approach her. She seemed so far away for being so close to him. He had no idea of the plot, or even the many cats against him from the first day he set foot in the camp. "Hard to.... talk to?" He let his own ears pull back, lowering his head a bit. "I'm afraid I don't know you well enough to say so, Infernowind. You always seem so alone and wanting to do things by yourself. I worry about you sometimes." Flamestar could feel his heart punding against his ribcage. How could he be so nervous about talking to Infernowind? The tom shook his head, mentally smacking himself for even feeling nervous.

[Kala]

InfernoWind swollowed hard as both eyes dropped to the ground as her last hope was crushed. Looking towards the side, she gave a deep sigh before shaking her head. "Just...I'm a warrior now and I don't have a friend to my name. Only family." The last two words were bearly a whisper as sorrow over took the young warrior once more. What was wrong with her? She was trained to push these idiotic emotions away and kill the tom that she was spilling all of her troubles too. Did she really have a bond with her father? No, it was just Deathclan's way of testing her and it wasn't going to work.