Maybe...I can love(Fox)

[Sand]

Misty walked out of camp her mind churning with questions about why she felt so different around Wild, then she did to everyone else. With Wild, she almost felt like their was no reason for her to be shy and he was the only cat that she was comfortable with talking to, well besides her sister. The only cat she had ever been comfortable with was her sister, but she hadn't always been do shy, before the fire that had ended their kitty pet days she had always been the strong one, but now she was so shy that she stumbled over her own name but Wild was different he was the reason for her being so happy in Frostclan lately. Letting out a sigh she sat down curling her tail over her paws and gazed up at the sky not noticing that someone was coming up behind her.

[Foxpaw]

Wild strolled out of camp, dark red tail held high, waving like a banner. His head was held high with pride, and a light dusting of snow covered his pelt. He blinked in surprise as he spotted a familiar pelt and broke into a run, pelting over to the she-cat. "Hey! Misty!" he yowled in greeting, voice cheerful.

[Sand]

Misty turned in surprise as Wild slid to a stop behind her and greeted her cheerfully, she had been so focused on her thoughts that she hadn't heard him. "Oh, hello Wild, how have you been?" she asked him her blue eyes wide.

[Foxpaw]

"I've been good, and you?" Wild questioned, blinking at her curiously. His eyes glittered with slight mischief as he rubbed up against her, ginger pelt gently brushing her's, but he truly was interested. The she-cat was obviously quite shy.

[Sand]

"I've been fine," Misty purred noticing how his fur brushed hers and she gave him a crooked smile. She was shy, but she wasn't oblivious, unlike her sister.