Blazing shook her head at the offer with an easy smile. No thanks to for me too, I'm very particular about my fur." She said, knowing he would understand. Though she really just wasn't a touchy cat except for when it came to her mate. She pushed her head against his as he gave her a soft muzzle. His tongue felt rough and soft against her fur. She let out a strong spurt of purr before being broken away from him from the once again squealing Tawnykit. She didn't want to admit Whitestorm was correct on the fact though and quickly silenced the small and obnoxious noise by grooming the little tabby's belly. Her tail still flicked against Burdockpool though. She took a quick break to glance up at her guests again, she'd been pretty holed up the last few days so she might as well ask how things are running. "How's the clan? Is food still coming in okay?" She asked, quickly returning to grooming the needy kit.