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

Frostbite was found to be already awake, talking to the only clan-member you'd catch him speaking to. He tended to wake up earlier than the other warriors, managing to grab a nest closest to the exit of the Den. Waking up earlier showed that he was ready, and it also meant he could refresh himself earlier before his first Duty of the day was given. Although, waking up before the sun did also meant he could have time to share private-tongues, discussing the politics and opinions other's might not want to enjoy. More importantly, he could talk to his Guardian if he needed the help. This was where Frost could be heard, without a stutter. Although, at the time he was talking at, other Clanners had awoken, yet Frostbite still exchanged conversation with Frogpelt. He had to. Over the course of the last moon; Frost had suffered from shock after being involved in a Fight he shouldn't of been in...Therefore, he wanted to catch up with his only friend and beloved one.

[color=1a7b30]"Did you thank Mallownose once you were let out of the Medicine Den?"[/color] Frogpelt asked with a grin on her face, mimicking the voice she used on him when he was younger...when he was scared of interacting with the Kits and clan around. It hadn't done much. He still was very frightened to share his words with others to-date.

[color=6ecff6]"Frogpelt, I'm not that sort of tom anymore. Sweet talk doesn't work on me."[/color] He looked up, pulling a mature look. Though it was a complete lie. Sweet talking could work on him, from the correct other that was. [color=6ecff6]"And to answer your question, I did. Thank you very much! In those words..."[/color] She grinned up at him. Frogpelt may not have been one of the oldest of the Elders, but she was definitely the most fascinating. Although, having to alter her stories around to lying for the benefit of Frostbite had to be enforced. Currently, besides the information that Mallownose and Hawkstar knew, and ranks before, Frogpelt was believed to be a widowing mother of Frostbite. 

[color=1a7b30]"Whatever you say, Frosty..."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"You don't have to call me Frosty anymore! How many times to I have to explain this..."[/color] He scowled, feeling embarrassment as he hoped there was no eavesdropping on the conversation.

[color=1a7b30]"You are right. I don't have to...but I want to..."[/color] Frogpelt managed to flash a cheeky grin up to Frost. Irresistibly, he managed to find a smile himself. The two were almost in quiet hysterics for the matter. Frostbite's tail followed the movement of his head, as if connected or a second copy. It took around 6 minutes before the two finally stopped laughing, for such a small joke. That is why Frostbite loved her, as a guardian. She was the only cat who answered his cries and mews when he was among the bodies. She was the only cat who had the consistent skill of making him cheerful any time she wanted. And when Washteeth, her old mate, died, Frostbite was there to act as her son. It was all pretty innocent, their relationship lie.

The two had exchanged gossip and laughter for a few more minutes, before they decided to part their ways for that morning. Frostbite did his usual lick behind her ear, like he did as a Kit. Before doing so, he smiled, definitely a lot bigger than she had always remembered him in his younger days, and padded off.

He proceeded to his usual spot. The corner edge of the clan, left of the Warrior den. It was his waiting spot. Though it was quite unpopular and not-crowded at all, therefore he could gather his thoughts aloud to himself and not have to worry about someone listening to how secluded and strange he was. That was one thing he feared the clan would find out one day, the reason. He told himself everyday that [color=6ecff6]"It was just another day, why would they find out today?"[/color] Though there was a collection of thoughts that told him it wasn't okay. Though as every day goes by, nothing does happen. Now back to reality, he placed himself down in the markings he liked to sit in. His fur bristled as the sun's rays took full affect, bearing down a steady and moderate temperature. That was when he began to make conversation...with himself of course...

[color=6ecff6]"Blooming sun...Leaf-Bare felt too short! Hunting won't be as fun now...and...Snow...why did the snow have to leave? Why can't one day, snow just settle...for 100 moons! Yes..."[/color] He smiled to himself, feeling he had great judgement. [color=6ecff6]"Your ideas need more appreciation, Frostbite. But no one could care as much as you do than myself...being you...being me?"[/color] He began to trail off as he noticed the clan starting to become more active, cats still pouring out of the Warriors den. He hoped no-one had heard or seen him. That was when he did it...

Hawkstar padded past for the briefest of moments. Frostbite had instantaneously brought himself to a high stance. He felt that it was necessary, a great deal of respect to be shown towards him. He seemed to be the only one who did this. And he felt it made him stand-out more, hence why he did it only when Hawkstar was close-by. To his dismay, once Hawkstar had departed, he noticed Russetpaw, along with Silentpaw, giggling at him. Within minutes, his cheeks flourished pink, and he hung his head low. A deep sigh came upon him...

[color=6ecff6]"Why can't you just be brave, Frost..."[/color] He muttered at the bottom of his voice.

[centre][h1][b][u][color=9e0b0f]Python[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/centre]

She had finished yanking a tooth and a claw out of the emotionless corpse. As she had scouted out the largest one, a grin slowly crawled its way up her face.

[color=9e0b0f]"BIRCH!"[/color] She called, snapping the Tom's attention towards her. [color=9e0b0f]"Get a look at this one...great size, sharpness...definitely one for the pile?"[/color] She turned, a dark and amber-glisten shone in her eyes. She tended to narrow them in her usual way. Python knew it made Birch feel...[i]that way[/i]...

[color=aba000]"Oh...my...Definitely Python! One of the best you've caught in the past 7 moons, I say!"[/color] He leapt closer, his gentle-tom like-humour that laid in his voice brought another smile onto Python's face. Once they had done so, they rolled the body into the stream nearby. They watched as it floated down stream, towards Thunderclan. She never really bothered Shadowclan's territory...it might upset him in Starclan. As it eventually turned a meander, giving a lost-line of sight for the corpse, the two smiled in synchronization. [color=aba000]"How about you and I say we go visit Thunderclan in a few days...see if anyone noticed the body...maybe make a few 'friends'..."[/color] The seductive look on her face shone back down upon him.

[color=9e0b0f]"You always know how to satisfy my needs..."[/color] The two padded off, a stain of blood remained behind.