She watched the two, then started padding out of camp. She wanted to go back to the stream. Not to try and swim, but so she could stare into the water and think. As she walked out f camp, her thin tail brushed along the floor, her ears folded back. She hummed quietly, her eyes watching the forest and she was scenting a lot. She didn't know who or what to trust anymore. Even the trees seemed dangerous. She felt damaged in so many ways, and this fox just hurt her more. She finally got to the stream and settled down by the edge, staring at her reflection. Her markings reminded her of two cats, her mother, Rootstorm and her old mentor, Moonstripe. Both were dead. She only ever saw her mothers dead face but her mentor acted as her other mother, since she was always there. That was until she met a twolegs dog and… died. She curle her ta around her paws. Her mother was the reason she hated everyone. Her mentor was the reason she was angry but sad all the time. Now she had feelings about Swiftheart, she felt like a fly being chased by kits, except she was running from her emotions. She rolled onto her back, watching the clouds. Her ears twitched as they dipped into water and she shuffled about, uncomfy. She felt lonely, being used to the presence of another cat.
(Writing a long paragraph :L)