I woke with a start in the morning, and found a blanket had been draped over me to keep me warm while I slept. I kicked it off with my feet and looked around at all the dark cats, which were already up and about, quickly packing up camp. The cat from the night before came over to me and untied me from the tree, but kept my hands tied. He grabbed my arm, helping me up, and held some food in front of me. It looked like some sort of thick bread with blueberries baked into it. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked unexpectedly.
"Even if I did, how am I supposed to eat it without hands?" I asked with a growl.
"Well," he said with a smile. "Out of my hand."
I suddenly laughed. "You're not serious are you....?” I stopped laughing as I saw his face. He was serious. "No way!" I hissed, and tried to take a step back, but his other hand was tight on my arm.
"I can't untie you, so if you want to eat you're gonna have to swallow some of that pride of yours." he growled.
"Maybe later." I suddenly didn't feel so hungry. He turned away for a moment to pack the food away, letting go of my arm. He suddenly stiffened, standing up straight as he realized the mistake he had just made. When he turned around, I was gone.
He snarled, yelling to the patrol. "Whitefire got away! Leave your things and find her. Now!“ They dropped everything immediately to track me.
