"When I couldn't, you always saw the best in me..." It was a warm night. The scent of flowers blooming was in the air, though that brought pollen, which slightly annoyed Infernokit. "Right or wrong, you were always on my side..." He'd been sitting out in camp for... a long time. He wasn't sure exactly how long. For most of the time, he hadn't had a single thought in his brain. But... now... he was thinking. And it was frustrating, since he didn't have anything to buffer the deep things. The things like... 'What if I lose everyone?' and 'Does anyone truly care about me?' "But I'm scared of what life without you's like..." Infernokit had the piece of wood that Gingerkit had given him. It was white and brown, and it looked so pretty to him. It reminded him of Gingy herself. Her fur. He smiled a bit, but his thoughts turned dark almost immediately. He kept wondering, 'What if Gingy leaves? What if she d1es? What do I do with this then? Would I get rid of it, or would I keep it? Would I keep a reminder of her as a kit? I would.' He put the stick at the base of a tree, underneath some moss, making sure that it wasn't visible to anyone that simply walked past. "And I saw the way she looked into your eyes..." Infernokit sighed quietly and laid down. For some reason, the position he was in reminded him of the closest thing he'd ever had to a mother, Flightfur. "Oh, StarClan, please no," he mumbled, not wanting to think about the awful possibility that something might happen to her. He'd have lost three mothers. No. He couldn't. Please. "And I promise if you go, I will make sure she's alright..." He was starting to tremble at the knowledge that he was going to go all the way through his family and friends and all the dark things that might happen to them. He couldn't get up and simply go to sleep, though. He was paralyzed by the terror that filled his own thoughts. Infernokit didn't want anything to happen to Flightfur, or her kits. Oh, what if her kits got hurt? He shook his head. He needed to think about anything else, anything other than that. "So how do I say goodbye...?" Infernokit wished he hadn't thought that, because the next thing his brain went to was Li. His older brother. His biggest role model. He shook his head and a quiet sob escaped him. "No, no, no," he murmured, his voice breaking. He couldn't deal with these thoughts. What if, what if, what if? He didn't want to know the answers to all of his depressing questions. "To someone who’s been with me for my whole d life?" Inferno curled up into a ball and mumbled a bunch of "no"s and "help me"s. He finally murmured, "Make it stop, please," before falling silent and just crying. His fur was bright, despite the fact that his thoughts were so dark. He was shaking so much, and his heart was already breaking at every thought he had. He was just done.
