In a small part of the camp where the slush had been stomped away, the classic tabby rested on the slightly damp floor. They only paid half attention to the world around them, listening to the noise of playing kittens and barking orders with disinterest. Snailpaw's eyes only snapped completely open when an amorphous blur zoomed past them, causing them to sit upright at a speed seldom seen by the laidback feline. It didn't take long to recognise the shape of a cat sprinting about and to pin the colouration and speed on his sister, Clambite. There was an unpredictability to their family that left Snailpaw on edge: all three siblings had their own quirks and oddities that made them stand out from the rest of WindClan, and wanting to know what eccentricity Clambite would choose today, they watched for her next move intently. Their mouth gapes incredulously as she intentionally crashes into Tigerfrost, but when the scarred cat responds aggressively, the apprentice hopped to their feet and sprinted over. There's a brief worry that Tigerfrost was going to hurt her, instead, he just chastises her.
He shot a glance toward Tigerfrost, eyes narrowed at the tone the tabby took with his sister. Then, a burst of raucous laughter erupted in the camp, and those brief moments of defensive anger melted away. Their white muzzle twitched at first, then a smile appeared, then, a full-on toothy grin, their own chuckles filling the tense air around them. They'd admit, Tigerfrost's reaction was pretty funny. He was a dangerous creature, but being alarmed by Clambite was like being scared of a tiny little bee. Sure, she could do damage, especially with those jaws (as their poor ears had found out frequently as a kit), but to her hive, she was as happy as one could be. Rubbing the corner of a sleep-crusted eye, Snailpaw moved towards Clambite, hoping to lean against her as soon as she'd found her footing again. "Hahahahahaha you should see the look on your face! The great Tigerfrost, caught off guard by yours truly." they mewed towards Tigerfrost, finally able to meet the warrior's eye with family present. A white-socked paw was pointed toward Clam as they mentioned her. "Good target, Clammy! What made you pick him? Was it that tasty rabbit in his mouth? That brooding look?" He asked, eyes wide with curiosity.