[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Forestpelt looked back at him, stopping and her ears went back slightly. "If you feel that bad, you shouldn't have agreed. You didn't have to, you know. And you can go back if you want." Forestpelt mewed. Even to her, it was obvious the pain and discomfort Foxspring was in currently. What kind of a cat does this anyway? She thought, her green hues flashing for a moment with frustration. She knew Foxspring hadn't come along because he liked her company. That much was obvious; and frankly, at the moment, she really couldn't have cared less. It didn't matter anymore. All she could think about was Dawnstorm leaving her, and everything that had happened since then...she could hardly believe it had been nearly ten moons ago. Ten moons ago he had left her, and now she had met Foxspring who was...well, a lot like Dawnstorm. Just more stubborn. And angrier. Forestpelt thought with a slight smirk. She looked up at the few parts of the sky she could see through the trees...they were quite pretty at this time of year, and she was nearly captivated by them. As beautiful as they were, they brought back the darkest times of her life; and her ears went back completely, her tail beginning to twitch at a faster pace as she felt anger rising within her. Well, I can't take it out on him, or I would. She thought, with a frustrated hiss.

"I won't be sitting around camp being useless while the rest of you go about your days normally, I can contribute too!" he retorted almost instantly. It was like he was expecting her to say some of thing like that. All his life he felt like he had to prove himself to his clan mates just because he looked just like a fox. It was almost scary. Although he had grown attached to a few cats that accepted him as is. He appreciated it and merely wanted the rest of the clan to see him as normal, but even in the battle, the cat he fought said he intimidated them and since then, Foxspring had been rather touchy about most things. The warrior was thrown away from his memories as his fur spiked along his spine. The tension radiating off Forestpelt was enough to cause him a little bit of distress as well. What was wrong with her now? She was almost as irritable as him, maybe more today than normal. His yellow gaze watched her closely, almost expecting her to turn and lash out at him, but with this in mind, he didn't say a word about it knowing that if she wanted to say anything, she would tell him herself.