[Wildwhisker]

Skysplash flicked her tail at Kestrelstar. Their skirmish in camp was still fairly recant, and she instinctively watched the grey tabby. Maybe she should relax, should forget all of her problems and sit down. No, she was not the type to do that. Skysplash watched Kestrelstar with narrowed eyes. This was not ending. Not yet.

Skysplash scanned the area. Apprentices wrestled, warriors chatted, and elders relaxed in the springs. Jealousy pricked her like a thorn. Yes, she should, should forget her troubles and just have fun. Skysplash padded to the nearest spring, cautiously wadding in. It smelled horrible, like rotting twoleg trash. And it burned her skin, causing her to leap out. Eventually, after many attempts, she finally got used to the heat and swam deeper. (Open!)