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	[color=Silver]Soon, the life of the tribe had returned shortly after his announcement. The tribe split like shrapnel into their smaller groups, whether it was to complete a task or to socialise with the spare time they had to keep. Everyone had diverged outwards, and a small smile left his face towards those who complied so quickly. Fitting in, more than two moons or so into the shift in responsibility, made it hard for him to appreciate or identify whether he was successful in what he did. Having the complete respect, or at least the compliance (He knew his position and age mixed together made it hard for him to be respected by other Tribes) to what he had to say. It was moving and comforting in all situations, knowing that his tribe were to be with him no matter what the situation at hand was.

	But something was still crossing his mind...The dream that he had heard from the Shaman. It was, scary. There had been reports only between FrostBite and a few other warriors about a She...A brown she...Who had been lurking on the borders for several moons. She'd mostly been eyeing the other tribes, but that's what rogues and strays do. Originally, it wasn't any problem whatsoever, not to FrostBite nor to the tribe. Yet, when they had discussed this worrying omen sent by SkyTribe...It concerned him over the night. Yet, FrostBite didn't want to go straight to the Chief. It would only cause inconvenience, but it would also create superstition of him knowing something he shouldn't. In reality, the Chief was not at all like that, but FrostBite was sceptic through his own worry and concern over the issue at hand. What if this Rogue sighted several times was the cat of the dream?

	He knew that their Shaman wouldn't have paid detail to it, but a few, quiet words about who was in the background of their dream made it nerving to what FrostBite was dealing with. And so, he decided to approach someone wise, but not threatening at the slightest...CaveTooth.

	The tom approached the other tom, looking around for any signs of eves-droppers. None were present, as far as FrostBite was aware, and so he began to speak, requesting for them to speak privately. Once the Tom had agreed and followed him to a less-crowded part of the Camp, he began to speak in his low, serious tone of worry and concern.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"CaveTooth...I've had time to think about a few issues in my mind. Something has been worrying me for a while, but it's probably nothing too much. Y'see, I've been dealing with a small tribe issue [i]without[/i] the full concern or knowledge of our chief regarding to something I overheard from a BlazeTribe patrol...They said a 'Troublemaker' had been lurking around between both our borders and theirs, so I looked into it, and started sending two warriors to check our borders regularly. Turns out, there's someone who keeps coming to our border, regularly...And, something about our counselling last night made me think more about this matter...I...I don't know what to think of it...Maybe I'm reaching out too far into my troubles but...What's your input on this?"[/b][/color]