The youngster bows up in that short pause that Mosquitopaw takes to gather himself. Gracious, he hopes he hadn't annoyed Foxpaw somehow...but he decides that they'll both survive if he did. Whatever Foxpaw might think of him is not any of his business. Mosquitopaw focuses on happily engaging with Foxpaw's words rather than his actions, at least, until his actions impact the Little Fake Camp. Mosquitopaw doesn't move to stop Foxpaw, but he does watch warily. He understands that the ice will melt and the mud will thaw and this whole thing will be trampled back into the ground in no time, but he'd like it if that only happened after he was finished with it. Fortunately, Foxpaw is only moving one of the dens, and Mosquitopw can't fault him for that one bit. The rearranging aspect is the most exciting one.

His head tips, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he eyes the displaced 'warrior's den'. After another quiet moment, with a wry smile, Mosquitopaw decides: "Then, the uh. The wald—sorry—warriors, w-would uhm. They might f-forget to check on th—, uh, the elders. Annnn' uh, looks like...m-mentors would have to, uhm. T-To walk further t'get to their, their uh. A-Apprentices." Isn't that just the coolest? Anyone can push these little symbols around any which way and that reflects a cool
new change that Mosquitopaw can sit here and think about.

Warriors' Den (moved - Foxpaw's doing)

-Further from the elders
-Dangerous?
-Further from the apprentices
-Dangerous??

Hm. Maybe it's for a very good reason that the warriors sleep where they do. Mosquitopaw gingerly corrects the sludgy replica.

Warriors' Den (corrected - Mosquitopw's doing)

-Business as usual

"It uhm. I-It did move a little, y'know." Mosquitopaw flashes an amused look back up at the younger cat. He hadn't missed the tabby's quick look up toward the real den after nudging the fake one. "You....just, uh. D-Didn't see it." Hehe. He whittles a bit at the 'Grimpeak' some before deciding to just not bother; some things are too difficult to make look right, and the looking right isn't really the point of it. It's there, and he can tell that it is, so it's fine.

"When...'m done...hm." Mosquitopaw blinks, then shakes the light snowfall from his thin coat (brrrr), then shrugs. "So—omebody'll come t-to knock it over, I-I guess. Or...it, uhm. It'll melt." When he's done, he'll be done. Simple as. Foxpaw's struggle to understand the appeal whizzes clear over Mosquitopaw's head. "If yo—, uh. You could add so—something, or ch-change it, what wou—, uh, wouldya do?" He prompts. The relocation of the warriors' den had been good. He's curious to know if Foxpaw has any other ideas.

@Fits ; FOXPAW