[centre][h1][b][u][color=6ecff6]Frostbite[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/centre]

At first, he didn't notice her. It was the thoughts he was too deep in that stopped him from being so vigilant to the situation straight away. Thoughts of the Highrocks in the distance kept him distant from reality. His tail would keep on swaying from side-to-side as the sun emerged from the clouds once more. He shivered slightly. He knew he hated the Sun and how he loved having a cold setting. But that was when it hit him. Right around the face, into his nose. A scent. A familiar one. And a sound also flanked his hearing, a sound of rustling branches and tangling thorns...

Frostbite quickly turned, seeing Gingerflame entrapped in the shrubbery lining. His eyes widened some-small bit. His mouth opened somehow, yet it didn't let a single sound out. He had to process this. [i][color=6ecff6]She's supposed to be in the Queen's Den, right? Why was she out here amongst...more to the point, how did she find him?[/color][/i] He shook his head slightly, padding over slowly and carefully. He didn't want to strike up much of a conversation at that point, moving in to survey the problem. It was at that point where he noticed everything that was wrong. Thorns had mixed with the branching, stopping her from moving. He thought for a moment, maybe he could do something about this. [i][color=6ecff6]What good is it to sit here and watch a Queen stuck? Frogpelt nor Hawkstar would approve![/color][/i] He looked up slowly, and began to pad at the Thorns. At first touch, she yelped out a small bit, as a Thorn dug itself a little deeper, pricking her skin. Frostbite narrowed his eyes again. Finally, he spoke.

[color=6ecff6]"H-hold on...t-this might take a while..."[/color] His voice was low and calm, yet stuttery as if he were scared. Without any further word, he began to use his tail, removing branch-by-branch, thorn-by-thorn. With every removal, a slight relief-sigh seeped from Gingerflame's mouth. He would check if every bit was out, scouting around every angle he could to ensure that she was released. Pulling out the last Thorn, 20 minutes into the procedure, it let-loose a little bit of blood, as it had dug into her skin. Frostbite frowned slightly, dabbing the blood dry with his tail, not caring to the fact he was staining his own fur. He made a slight purr of success. He felt he had done something right again. Then it hit him...he had never talked to Gingerflame. She was likely to just wander off after this, leaving him in peace. Though he was fine with being left alone again and avoiding a conversation...he remembered what Frogpelt had said. So he sat down, and waited for an appreciative thanks. However, he sat there for a minute looking at her groom herself and sorting out her fur. [i][color=6ecff6]"Typical..."[/color][/i] He sighed quietly to himself. Not saying something else, he departed from Gingerflame and back to the Rock. He had slightly had enough of helping for one day...He knew that she was going to just leave right now, go back to whoever to do whatever...

[i]Oh he was sliiightly wrong...[/i]