Truthfully, she had a few thoughts in her head about this. She didn't like this tom romantically, she wasn't sure if she could call him a friend. And yet, here she was. She moved through the moors and fields to patrol the border. Not really sure why other than wanting to get away from camp. Digging was still underway, there was no quick way to get the camp back in order. Her father could make use of his tunneler skills and actually dig the camp out rather than ask her if she found a tom yet or if there were any that she was looking at. But no...he just HAD to bring it up.
There was a thought as to go hunting. Fresh prey was always needed and with the state of camp, everyone was gonna need energy. So...maybe she would do that. Once she calmed down enough. For now, it was a simple patrol along the border and possibly going hunting later.
Still her mind went to if Applebite showed up. Would talking help her feel better? She wasn't as angry this time as when she first ran into him but...she didn't really care all that much for his 'flirtatious yet full of himself' air that sometimes his flirts gave her the vibe of. Maybe she just...wasn't meant to find a mate? How was she gonna find one in windclan? None of the toms liked her...not to her knowledge.
What to do..? Not everyone liked talking out on the moors after all.