[centre][h1][b][u][color=6ecff6]Frostbite[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/centre] Frostbite remained seated, waiting for someone to be paired with him for his Hunting duty. These waits were normally long and daunting, as most of the Warriors were either sharing tongues or chatting. Some even waking up. He had waited until the two Apprentices had stopped laughing at how 'Over-loyal' he was around Hawkstar. They were slightly right, in some ways. Frostbite was clearly one of the most Loyal cats, but clearly one that could get on one's nerves. He found it fascinating how Hawkstar had even managed to put up with him, instead of throwing him in a River like some others have done. Though, he did want a clan loyal to his name, so it slightly made some sense. [color=6ecff6]"Well, is there even such a thing as 'Over-loyal'. I know that there's overly annoying, which I guess a lot of these clanners find me, bar the majority who don't pay attention to me."[/color] Frostbite was one of those cats. He knew he wasn't obviously taken notice of, but he always thought of being the lower-life-form of the clan. It didn't really make sense how he just 'Poofed' out of nowhere one day. The lack of having family around made his communication quite limited, awful to some extent. Easily embarrassed, easily outdone. [color=6ecff6]"I wonder if Frogpelt could use some more company...the Apprentices must al-"[/color] [color=39b54a]"Do you always speak to yourself?"[/color] A near voice took Frostbite by surprise. It silenced him, making him freeze from his sentence and upcoming speech. Windclaw sat there, staring deeply at him. [color=6ecff6]"U-Uh...m-me?"[/color] Though Frostbite could clearly understand he was the one being talked to. No one was as secluded as him as to make deep conversation with themselves. [color=39b54a]"Noooooo...Starclan..."[/color] His sarcastic voice slurred onward. [color=39b54a]"See, if I had a Mouse for every sentence you said to yourself as if another person speaking to you, if you understand what I'm saying, I'd be as plump as every single Kittypet mushed into one..."[/color] Frostbite cowered slightly at the remark, not knowing if he should take it as a joke or take it to offense. It was a tense relationship, Frostbite and Windclaw's. The two were definitely not to be put with one another. Previous events had involved them getting into arguments, and the majority of the time, Windclaw came out on top, as he had way more things to say than Frost could even get out in one comeback. Windclaw noticed his first look down. [color=39b54a]"What's the matter? You look a little down, buddy? Is it that Leaf-bare is over? Or maybe you are melting?"[/color] He grinned at him. It was at times like these were Frost wished he was going to be noticed by other clan members. But as things go by, no one really cared or took notice. With Frogpelt inside telling stories to Apprentices, he had no-one to speak for himself. After the endless silence Frostbite kept, Windclaw smirked a half-smile. He muttered something, sounding a lot like the words [color=39b54a]'Kittypet'[/color]. Though that would make sense, he wasn't the friendliest of Cats. Upon saying such remarks, he departed from Frost, leaving him saddened and quiet. His head drooped low down as he began to lower his head; it rested nicely on his paws. Although, not being referred to as a Scratching-Post was nice. Scars weren't as popular here as they used to be back with Vermin. To him, the more Scars meant the better...it dragged him into a deep, nostalgic muse... [color=2e3192]--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color] Vermin looked down upon his white and pale kit. Like the rest, he was squeaking in slight pain from the markings having to be put onto the face of him. His own frowned. [color=8493ca]"You don't need to feel so ashamed to have these put on, Frost. They look quite threatening if you ask me..."[/color] A warming smile came from his father. As warming as it was, it always made Frost's heart burn brighter again. His whimpering was soon seized. [color=8493ca]"Feeling better?"[/color] The young kit nodded up to his father, feeling brighter at the very second. Further along the ranks of the cats, was Tree, Python, Stream...all four were playing nicely, finishing off their scar treatments. [color=8493ca]"You should go join them, Frost. You never know, you might actually have fun this time?"[/color] The kit shook his head, not wanting to join in. His nerves had the better of him. He knew he needed to start talking to become a successful wanderer, though he just needed some time to pluck up the courage. Not all kits moved at the same pace as one another, just his was severely slower. He thought about the last time he tried to interact. They seemed to wander off with little care after he refused to say a word. He wouldn't have to get used to this though, for all of his life, especially when he reaches the age and height of a full grown wanderer, will he never have to stay not being cared about. He'll be liked and loved someday. And for as long as that takes, he'll always have Vermin to guide him along the way. [color=2e3192]--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color] Frostbite wasn't aware of the some-time that had passed whilst he was entrapped in his telepathic trip back. He was too busy analyzing the details of that memory. [i]'Always having Vermin...'[/i] and [i]'He'll be liked and loved...'[/i] caught his mind especially. Those didn't exactly stay as he thought he would. Though as he thought about this, he was completely oblivious to any approaching clanmates...