Phantompaw wasn't exactly happy at the moment.
She felt like she was being childish and immature. She had been quickly walking off, making silly excuses and reasons whenever she saw even a cat that looked liked Fatalpaw, trying to avoid meeting his eyes and having to tell him how she felt. After his confession, she felt a little unsure about where she stood.
If she was being true to herself, she did like him. She just didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even herself. She knew she would have to talk to him soon, and she didn't want to hurt his feelings anymore by avoiding him and if she talked to him and gave him a silly answer, she would never forgive herself.
So now she was wondering around the territory, hoping that she would find relaxation there, and maybe she would think of a way to get out of this weird mess she was in.