Crimsonrose had been a prisoner for almost a moon now. 

A quiet imposing red shadow lurking in the pit, amber eyes narrowed into slits. Angry about the way WinterClan cats were behaving. How Wintrystar a cat she'd initially supported was behaving. 

But there was nothing for it. All who had spoken against her had either disappeared according to her fellow prisoners, or been thrown into the prison like Crimsonrose had. 

Crimsonrose regretted assuming this discussion would go well, Wintrystar had been willing to kidnap a mother and her kits. Of course she'd toss aside her service to WinterClan in a heartbeat to focus instead on Crimsonrose having left them behind in the first place. 

So Crimsonrose had been left to sit in the pit, growing hungrier as the prisoners were fed just enough to not succumb to starvation. She was familiar with how it worked, had served as a guard moons ago after all. It was far from the worst punishment she'd ever had to endure, and endure it she did. 

Though it wasn't all bad, her companions were a variety of cats. 

Though one cat in particular had drawn her attention early on. 

Frigidpaw, the tom constantly weeping for accidentally killing a clanmate in a manic episode. The tom was beside himself with grief, and his constant crying was aggravating to the guards, often causing them to lash out. 

Crimsonrose disliked seeing the tom waste away sobbing and crying. He'd made a mistake, crying wouldn't bring his clanmate back, nor would it even begin to make up for it. 

Had Crimsonrose been younger she would've scoffed and declared the best course of action would be to simply put the tom out of his misery. 

But Crimsonrose's league instincts had been tempered by bearing three litters of kits, and serving in the clans. She felt sorrow for the tom, and anger that rather than push him to work past this, WinterClan's punishment simply would have him waste away to nothing. 

If they wanted a life for a life, it'd be less draining on the clan to simply kill the tom. 

Since they had not, WinterClan could use a warrior that could down an enemy so quickly. 

IF he could learn control. 

Crimsonrose mused over that, it was an interesting thought. So, for the first time in a while, she got up. Striding past the other prisoners and making her way over to Frigidpaw. 

"Frigidpaw." She meowed, nudging his side when she reached him. "Frigidpaw, may I speak to you?"

She knew up above them the guards would be watching, ever vigilant for trouble, but Crimsonrose paid them no mind. 

She doubted they wanted to listen to the toms continuous sobbing or have to jump down into the cold pit to gag him anymore than she did.