Peace to herself (o)

Mistypaw felt the gentle winds ruffle her fur after rain. The grass felt muddy, but for some reason, Mistypaw liked the small noise it made. She felt like she wanted to stomp all over the wet meadow she was in. When in the busy, hectic camp of WindClan, she would sulk, but all alone, she was quite playful and happy. She had even smiled, which she had never done in front of other cats because she would be depressive around them. "This is fun!" she meowed to herself after placing her paw on top of the single rock that was in the meadow. She hesitated before slowly climbing forward, gazing into ShadowClan’s territory. Usually, when she had these moments, no cat would interrupt her. She’d be embarrassed if they saw her, as even if they were her own clanmates, she didn’t want to seem vulnerable around them. She sat down, licking her paw, still smiling before her ear flicked behind her... she heard a pawstep.