Thunderclan Camp

"Well.. I don't even know if I'm staying here for long, and, plus I don't want that Moonclaw character to be ma-" Grayfoot was interrupted by Tumblepaw. "WHO CARES ABOUT MOONCLAW RIGHT NOW? JUST ADOPT ICEKIT ALREADY!" She explouded, and Grayfoot looked at Icekit. "Alright, we'll adopt you." He smiled. Moonclaw only heard the 'WHO CARES ABOUT MOONCLAW RIGHT NOW?' part, and his tail and ears drooped/

Icekit noticed Moonclaw overhearing the conversation. "Uhh......Tumblepaw? Perhaps you were a bit too rough there...." she said, directing her tail in the direction of Moonclaw. "Moonclaw sorta...heard."

Grayfoot grinned at Tumblepaw, and she nearly tackled Icekit. "Oh, what.. I didn't mean-" Moonclaw didn't stay to hear the rest, and went over to another den.

"Well...this is awkward. So...should I talk to Moonclaw? Or do you want to, Tumblepaw?" Icekit said, backing up a little.

Tumblepaw looked too excited to think. "I think he'll be fine.. Boys..Pfft."

"Alright.....but don't blame me if the deputy goes suicidal." she said.

Grayfoot had to laugh at that, suicidal. Pfft. Tumblepaw rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll go talk to him. Will you PLEASE come with me?" She asked, eyes big at Icekit.

"Sure!" Icekit padded over to Tumblepaw.

Tumblepaw grinned, and padded over to Moonclaw. She pounced, "Whats up?" She asked. She wanted Icekit to come, well, 'cause quite frankly sometimes Moonclaw scared her.

Icekit smiled. "Tumblepaw has something to tell you." She nudged her BFF forward into the paws of Moonclaw. (Not literally.)

"Look, what you heard before, I didn't mean-" Tumblepaw started rushing. "I just didn't wanna hurt your feelings, I meant-" Tumblepaw looked frustrated. Moonclaw smiled, "I know, I am so depressing sometimes, eh?" He grinned. Tumblepaw felt the overwhelming urge to tell him something, but what? She didn't know.

Icekit looked at Tumblepaw. She looked strange. There was something...her muscles were tensing up, weren't they? Or it could be her imagination. "Tumblepaw, do you have something else to say?" she asked. Icepaw looked deep into Tumblepaw's eyes. they looked...different. Somehow. She knew from observing Tumblepaw alot. She would stare at her fur, which seemed shiny, sleek, and fluffy in her eyes. Or her sharp, white fangs, or her tuned, pointed ears.