[h2][center][b][color=EB8100]Gingerflame[/color][/b][/center][/h2]

Gingerflame stopped struggling, knowing her attempts to untangle her legs were useless. She couldn’t get out and thus was trapped once more. It was unfair, to say the least and all it did was frustrate the she-cat further. She hated depending on others, she hated needing their help. It made her feel weak, and still, after two litters, she couldn’t get used to the feeling. 

Raising her head, she stared at the tom in thought. She’d never really spoken to Frostbite before, never really... interacted with him. They were both ThunderClan members but judging on how much she knew about him, he may as well have been from ShadowClan. Which was concerning, yes, but Gingerflame didn’t put much thought into it. Obviously he kept to himself, and so did she. She wasn’t one to socialise with random cats too much, preferring to sit and observe. Unless someone challenged her, of course. Then she [i]definitely[/i] wasn’t a ‘side lines’ sort of cat.

She felt a strange sense of protectiveness and anxiety when he approached her, and was close to out-right clubbing him with her paw. But she didn’t. She knew he was a loyal ThunderClan cat and since there was no way she was getting out of those brambles alone, she remained silent as the tom started to paw at the thorns. A cold trickle of blood trailed down her leg, making her yelp ever so slightly. It took a while, but the tom was slow and steady with his efforts, trying not to let the thorns snag at her too much.

Once she was freed, she stepped forwards and moved away from the bramble bush. A sharp pain was still digging into her side, and she knew that there must have been a thorn embedded into her skin somewhere. Without a word, she started searching for it. She nipped and pulled at her skin to try and pull the bugger out, but it remained, stubbornly. 

She could barely see Frostbite sitting in front of her as she continued to dig out the last thorns. He was strangely quiet, watching her from a far. She’d half expected him to scold her like a disobedient apprentice, repeating the camp rules as if she didn’t know them already. To tell her how ‘Queens shouldn’t be away from camp’, ‘it was dangerous’, and dub her in to Hawkstar as soon as they got back. But no. What the tom did instead surprised her, no, it shocked her. And for the love of StarClan, it was [u][b]not[/b][/u] the right thing to say to this pregnant she-cat. 

[i][color=6ecff6]"Typical..."[/color][/i]

She heard it. It was faint, quiet, but she definitely heard it. Her head jolted up, her eyes narrowing into tight slits as she glared at the tom. [i]What did he say?[/i] Suddenly, a blast of rage filled her once more, her muscles tensing furiously. [i]How dare he?[/i] With her teeth gritted firmly, she stormed after him, pushing past and standing in his way. She crouched, her shoulder bones sticking out from under her fur as she flared her nostrils. That tom had some nerve. [i]Some nerve![/i] Her claws were extended, hell, she was ready to fight him right then and there. A growl escaped her mouth, a sound that was akin to a hostile dog.

[color=EB8100]“Say that again and I’ll make mousemeat out of you!”[/color] She hissed, daring him to challenge her.