Iceclaw had come back from his gruesome work, and came back to check on Flarepaw, sniffing at her claws to make sure there wasn't any fur or WindClan scent, before making sure his own paws were clean. "Flarepaw, keep in mind that cats die in the heat of battle all the time, the killers aren't punished for it, it was an accident. But I'm afraid of how you'll react if anyone finds out, so it's just between us, alright?" He rubbed his cheek against hers, and whispered into her ear, "I'll protect you no matter what."
After a moment, he pulled away, and motioned to the Apprentice's Den, "now, you should head to bed. And when the next Gathering comes up, it's probably best to stay here in case WindClan notices anything. I'll stay with you, if you'd like."