Swiftheart padded mindlessly around the cave she grown familiar with, the humid air, the stink that smells like dirtplace was dumped into the river and the water flooded into camp... She turned her head towards the mist that stayed in one spot, an ever-changing figure. She came up behind the mist and saw a tunnel that was barely visible, she could barely see it, her eyes adapted to the light never touching it. Now she knew how a ShadowClan cat feels. She walked on, the tunnel getting narrower and narrower, until her whiskers brushed against the walls. The tunnel started to widen, and she saw something over in the distance. Her eyes grew big and she broke into a run,a smile on her face with the thought of getting out, she could almost feel it. The thing she saw grew close and touched her nose for a split second, and she let out a yowl, but then all her hope shattered and died. She put her paws forward to halt. She was back at the cave? How? She didn't recall any turns, just a strait line. Her hope was replaced with despair, as she thought if she really believed escape was that easy. She laid down on the cave floor, wanting to just cry.