[RedHead]

Flowerpaw narrowed her eyes upon seeing the tom's mangled jaw, from her previous viewpoint she hadn't been able to see it. She wasn't disgusted by it, though it did make the tom look hideous. She was more disgusted by his comment. "I happen to be quite adaptable to harsh weather, thank you very much. If I'm dying, it's not going to be from some stupid weather." She hissed, before angrily standing and moving away from the tom.
@tutler (just so you know her response to him)

Great Starclan, this is such a mess.... She really didn't trust anyone in this clan right now, she hadn't even trusted anyone in the first place. Flowerpaw had become an apprentice right as Blazingstar had died and all of this craziness had happened, so the young cat didn't even have a mentor. The only reason she was still here was because it was a cold and harsh leaf-bare. And Flowerpaw wasn't stupid, she knew she couldn't make it out on her own outside of the comfort of the clan. Is this even a clan anymore?
After another moment of staring around at the camp, Flowerpaw moved towards the exit, glancing back one last time. There wasn't anything she needed here. She knew no one would really notice she was gone, not with all of their own problems they were focusing on. She needed to go to a place where other cats would notice her. Maybe I'll go scout out and see what the other clans are doing. She'd made it all the way to the Shadowclan border that one time, she could do it again. So, without another look back, the small feline slipped out of the camp and onto the windy moor.