Okay, I admit it, last chapter wasn't that fluffy but it was the only thing I could think of. Anyways, here's a Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight chapter. Personally, I dislike this pairing, but apparently some people love it.

Also, while digging around on the fan-forums for Warriors, I realised that this shipping is called "Quarrelshipping" by the fans. Explanation: Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight constantly bicker, before and after they have become a couple.

I'll post other shipping names on the earlier chapters, along with explanations, later on.

Go Reflectionshipping! (JayxCinder)

"Great, just great!" Brambleclaw fought against the fence that held him captive, trying to pull himself free. His broad-shouldered frame was too large, however, and he only got himself stuck worse. "I can't get out."

"You're not doing it the right way," Squirrelpaw meowed, amused green eyes watching as the dark tabby struggled against his bonds. "Just let me get close enough and I'll get you free."

"Don't even think about touching my fur!" Brambleclaw snapped. He stopped struggling and sagged lower to the ground, panting from the enormous effort from trying to fight the fence. "This stupid hole is so small, it's digging into my skin! Tearing my fur off will only make be balder, not freer."

Squirrelpaw looked around, desperately searching for any of the other four cats she and Brambleclaw had travelled with. Tawnypelt or Feathertail would be especially good right now to keep this thick-headed mousebrain calm while she thought of a way to free him. Even Crowpaw would be useful, if only to keep Brambleclaw distracted with his constant bickering.

"Whatever," the dark ginger she-cat muttered. She turned around, calling a final message over her shoulder as she set off. "Let me go and find the others, then. They should be right back at our temporary camp."

"What?" Brambleclaw demanded angrily, nearly slicing himself in half on the fence as he tried to stand up. "You can't just leave me here!"

Squirrelpaw stopped, grinning smugly as she simply asked, "Why not? It will be nice to get some nice peace and quiet for a change without having to listen to you boss us all around."

"There could be foxes around," the dark tabby protested. "Or Twolegs! What would Firestar say if you left one of your own Clanmates laying around in the open like a sitting duck?"

"I'm sure he would thank me for getting rid of a bossy furball like you." Squirrelpaw had came closer and sat down, enjoying the power she held over the same old cat that had practically tried to mentor her over the past couple of days that was suddenly at her mercy.

"The prophecy!" the dark tabby shouted, desperately clawing at the ground as he tried again to free himself. "You can't just leave me here to die! Feathertail, Tawnypelt, Crowpaw and I have to find midnight!"

The ginger apprentice shrugged nonchalantly, green eyes sparkling impishly. "You said that one cat from each of the four Clans have to be their to speak to midnight. I am a ThunderClan cat, too, you know, bossy paws."

Amber eyes glittered viciously and suddenly Brambleclaw's voice became wicked. "StarClan help you if you leave me alone, Squirrelpaw! I swear on Tigerstar's grave that my restless spirit will haunt you to the ends of the forest if you abandon me here."

Squirrelpaw blinked, her smirk growing wider. Brambleclaw had more personalities and could shift moods faster than a pregnant Ferncloud. One moment he was the dark and mysterious cat she regretfully found herself attracted to, next he was a control freak that bossed everyone around, then a whining kit and now he acted like he was possessed by his dead father, Tigerstar.

"Why should I free an evil cat that threatens to haunt me?" she asked simply.

Brambleclaw slumped, a frown on his face. "I was actually hoping I would catch you off guard and you wouldn't leave me alone," he admitted sheepishly. "But seriously, will you just get me out from this stupid fence?"

Squirrelpaw rolled her eyes, finally giving up. "Fine," she grumbled. She grabbed a plant Leafpaw told her was quite slippery when chewed and ground it up in her jaws.

"Yuck." Brambleclaw wrinkled his nose as Squirrelpaw rubbed the foul smelling plant all over his fur.

"You know," Squirrelpaw meowed as she grabbed another mouthful of the plant, "Firestar should have named you "Bramblemouth" instead of "Brambleclaw." Your complaining hurts so much after a while, it could actually kill a cat if you ranted on long enough."

"Apparently you seem immune to it," the dark tabby answered playfully as the ginger she-cat began to climb the fence to reach the other side. "I'm sure after my...show of unacceptance to your planned actions, you'd be walking with StarClan right now."

Squirrelpaw had reached the opposite side of the fence and was smothering Brambleclaw's back with some more plant. "Actually," she confessed, "I was going use the plant all along. I was just pretending to leave."

"Why?" Brambleclaw asked dryly.

"Revenge for bossing me around from dawn until dusk," the ginger she-cat replied sweetly. She made a face, setting her paws reluctantly on Brambleclaw's rump. "All right," she meowed. "I want you to take a deep breath, Brambleclaw. I'm going to get you out now."

When she felt the ThunderClan warrior inhale deeply and not exhale, she summoned up all her strength and pushed Brambleclaw's trapped body with all her might.

For a moment, Squirrelpaw felt the body resist her efforts. Finally Brambleclaw popped free of the fence with an unexpected force. He and Squirrelpaw tumbled down the gentle slope that led down to where the others were resting.

Squirrelpaw rested for a moment, trying to get over her shock. Aware that she was resting on Brambleclaw's chest, she quickly backed away, her fur growing hot in embarressment.

"Thanks for getting me out." Brambleclaw nervously ran his tongue over his dirtied fur, just as shaken up by the close encounter as Squirrelpaw was.

The dark ginger she-cat nodded dismissevely. "Let's not mention this to anyone else."

Picking himself off the ground, Brambleclaw shook the thoughts of actually liking Squirrelpaw out of his head. "Agreed."

The two cats set off back toward the others in a quiet but somewhat friendlier silence.