Vixenpaw's gaze caught on the camp. For once he didn't feel that excitement of seeing his siblings. Or seeing the camp. Eating food, or even getting picked for a patrol. Instead, he felt down right depressed. His happy mood had plummeted, no thanks to himself. He he gave a growl of depression, but tried to act excited as he padded through the entrance.
A few cats gave him suspicious glances. Probably because of how long he'd been gone. Vixenpaw ignored them. He turned away, completely aware of their gazes burning into his back. He padded to the apprentices den, trying hard to ignore them.
The tom placed his head on his paws, and berried his nose in his fur. It had been just another pointless day, he wished he could hide from. But you can't hide from life, thats what his mother used to say anyway.
But she was gone now, he needed to wash those thoughts away. He needed to be strong like she had told him to be. What she had said however, that was what she had said, it wasn't what he said. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't escape the fact that she was right, you can't hide from life.