Summary - There are only three cats who don't realize Blackfoot and Russetfur are flirting: Blackfoot, Russetfur, and Nightpelt.

Flirting

"You call that a hunter's crouch? You move like a three-legged badger!"

"You should know all about badgers, considering you're just as fat as one! Maybe don't swipe an extra toad from the fresh-kill pile tonight, hmm?"

"It's muscle. What, are you blind as a badger as well?"

Clawface laid underneath the shade of a pine tree, content to watch the warriors argue like hormonal apprentices and make fools of themselves in camp. Beside him, Nightpelt pushed his mouse away, unable to share his brother's amusement.

"I saw you showing off for the apprentices this morning; aren't you worried that your blatant disrespect for seniority will rub off on them?"

"You would be thinking about seniority since you've got one paw in the Elders' Den, you old hag."

"I'm only a few moons older than you!"

"Wow. You must not age well."

Nightpelt watched the match, eyes flickering. "They're really going at it today, aren't they?"

Clawface glanced at his brother, then shrugged. "It's the heat. It's driving everybody a little crazy." That seemed to relax Nightpelt.

"Hi guys," Boulder chirped, joining the brothers. "Clawface, I was just talking to Fernshade and she thinks you're right; she only gives them two more moons."

Nightpelt asked, "What are you talking about?"

Boulder gestured to Russetfur and Blackfoot. "Those two. Fernshade is organizing a bet to see how much longer it'll be before they shack up." He smiled. "Do you want in on it? It's a bit late but I'm sure Fernshade can add you-"

"Excuse me," Nightpelt said. He stood to his paws and walked as quickly as he could out of camp. He didn't even glance at the quarreling warriors, who were still going strong.

Boulder blinked. "Is Nightpelt okay?"

Clawface kinda wanted to wack Boulder in his face, but instead he said, "mouse upsets his stomach, he's fine." Boulder nodded, easily accepting the lie.

"You're a disgrace to ShadowClan! What warrior of the night has a white pelt?"

"As if red is any better?!"

"Maybe you should try rolling around in the mud? It would help with stealth and your stank!"

"Why you ugly, no good, fox-faced-"

"As if you can talk, you disgusting lump of toad-dung-"

Rowanberry stuck her head outside the Nursery. "There are kits present," she snapped.

Boulder laughed. "They sure have a weird way of flirting, don't they?"

Clawface rolled his eyes. "If that's what you want to call it. Tell Fernshade I want to move my bet to a moon and a half."

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