Rainglow followed the patrol up towards the place they had to mark. He chose a good bush, and and marked the dirt and roots beneath it's pretty leaves. The grey tom sighed, and looked toward the horizon again. He felt left out in the Clan... but he didn't know why. Rainglow swished his tail, and closed his eyes. If only he were more social. Then maybe he'd have more friends... but... but there was nothing you could do about his anxiety. Maybe it was a mental health problem, but either way, it was difficult for him. Rainglow looked back down at his paws, waiting for his patrol mates to finish marking the border.
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