Can't Keep Running Away From Who We Are

Clovertwist waited for the answer, trying to be nonchalant as he watched Ferretdance's face and then looked at the horizon just past him. Ferretdance admitted that he had won by a lot, but he quickly went on to stare at his paws intently. Clovertwist focused on a cloud that looked like a sprawling hare over the edge of the moor. "I've never felt that way about a she-cat," Ferretdance confessed, and immediately the realization of what Ferretdance was trying to tell him struck him. Clovertwist looked at his friend, wondering for a moment what sort of approach to take, and then he chuckled. "Toms're really something, huh?" he mused, as if checking that he'd understood the revelation. "They always know just what to say to make themselves comfortable right in your brain and uncomfortable in your fur. He must've been pretty confident to wanna race a WindClan cat."