Dawnfeather looked up at the sound of Ireheart's voice. The small gray tabby had been in the process of making another den, but this seemed more important. Lifting herself to her paws she padded over to where Ireheart was standing. Her soft blue eyes glanced at the handsome tom, and her fur grew warm. She loved Ireheart...but could she ever tell him? Every hint she tried to give, he would just ignore.

Shaking the thoughts away, the small warrior listened to his words. Once he had finished she spoke "Your right Ireheart," she paused looking around, then continued "But what should we do? There is no place to dispose of it, unless we move it to another clans territory" she knew that was a bad plan. It would only make the other clans more angry. She wanted Ireheart to be impressed of her...she had to think of something. "What if...we bury it all on the edge of the territory?"

Dawnfeather opened her eyes wide with shock. He...he agreed with me? The she-cat filled with happiness and jumped up, her claws digging in the dirt. Her gray tabby fur was bristling with eagerness to get started. She glanced at Ireheart. "Shall we?" she looked around, and it seemed no one else was going at the moment. "We could start in the camp, then down to the river" she said in a strong voice, moving closer to Ireheart, her heart beating faster as she brushed pelts with him. Her fur grew warm and she looked away. Why couldnt she just say she loved him?

Dawnfeather's heart sank as Ireheart said they should all split up. She always felt empty, when he wasnt around. She had to do something and make it quick. "I'll come with you" she blurted out. Her soft tabby fur was quivering with energy. The small warrior stepped in front of Ireheart and focused on him. With a small quiet voice she spoke. "Is that okay with you?"