He had caused all her problems. Staring into the face of an older diluted calico as he nervously shifted his paws. Disgusted, angered, bitter, Ai hated this man. He had caused her mother's down fall. He caused Ai's entire situation. It was his fault. Yet there he stood, looking down upon her as if he wanted a relationship. How naïve. Ai didn't know what to say when the tom had made his way into her shed, explaining that he never meant to hurt her. Lier. He didn't care about her, he never did. In the end, Ai's existence was just a prank. A joke, something he didn't think he'd ever have to stare in the face. Now here they were. A child made from a womanizer playing around with the heart of a good intentioned shadowclanner. The child who's life was turned into a mess of pain and sorrow. His child. One thing he couldn't say was the fact she wasn't his kid. They're a reflection of one another. They were kin. Much to the displeasure of his daughter. Ai currently, had no clue how to respond. She was told to her face, she wasn't meant to be anything more then a quick time jab. how dare he..
Narrow blue eyes dug their way into his fur with an unseen flame that was lit right below them. Stream realized he had poked a sleeping bear as he began to defend himself. ``Well ya see Taboa ordered me-`` ``Shut the hell up.`` The bitterness that had grown inside her heart each day of her short life had been released into her body. Her icy blue eyes dagger like as they glared into the depths of the tom's soft molted fur. ``Ah Ai listen I want-`` ``Do you seriously think I care what you might desire? Truly? You only had me for a ..a joke..`` Stream flattened his ears for a moment before nodding. ``I never thought she'd hurt you so badly..`` ``WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN? THAT SHE'D JUST BE FINE AND DANDY WITH ME? `` Stream looked down carefully, cut off by his daughter before he could explain fully. ``Or did you just not think? `` Her narrow eyes wouldn't move of the tom's fur for a moment. Stream went to open his mouth panicking it seemed. ``Leave..Just.. Leave.`` Flattening her ears. Ai moved back over to the herb pile. Carefully beginning to sort the leafs among the shelves. Stream turned along, looking at his daughter one last time before leaving into the darkness of the city. He dared not lay eyes on her again, in fear his guilt will eat him whole once more. Ai was left alone among the scent of her healing medicine. If only, a herb could heal the pain that had taken it's newest home within her soul. But never did tears fall from her cheeks, that fucker didn't deserve tears.