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

Frostbite had stopped muttering to himself when he heard the words being spoken to himself. It took him by surprise, thinking to himself that Gingerflame had departed, not caring about his well-being. Though she had told him to stop talking. What was the problem with this she-cat? She'd just been horrible to him for the past minute. Calling him a Mousedung, and silencing him. It was clear, sort of.

[color=f7941d]"Frost...shut up, please..."[/color] He hated this confrontation. It wasn't something you'd think you'd enjoy, though. Something filled with disappointment and hatred, no-one had to go through it. At least that is how he saw it; not talking to others made identifying their intent on reasoning much more difficult. He bowed down slightly, peeking around the side of the rock and coming into view. His head hung low and his tail dragged behind him in the most lifeless of ways. He nodded slightly.

[color=6ecff6]"S-sorry..."[/color] He said. [color=6ecff6]"I'm...sorry..."[/color] What else could he say, he felt threatened...