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

He began to pad away. He had been staring at Clanners all around for at least 15 minutes now, and that didn't really help. He sighed, soon finding himself out of the boundaries of the Clan. It was nice and peaceful for him once again. The Bliss of hearing Robins tweet all around. Truly one of Frost's better experiences with life, he continued to follow up to the Clan border. He arrived to his favourite spot, a small rock which gave a clear and perfect view of the Highrocks in the distance. There weren't that many trees in this clearing, making the ideal spot for relaxation without the feeling of isolation. Taking long deep breaths to calm himself, he relaxed. He knew if anyone were to question where he was, Frogpelt would surely tell them. It wasn't the fairest of decisions, putting him in the position of having to socialise with fellow comrades. What if he didn't need friends? He had only just been appointed a new Apprentice, being Honeypaw. That's more than he should have to deal with rather than other's feelings, right? In his tail, coiled, was what his share of the Fresh-kill pile was. He only carried a small mouse, as he wasn't the one to eat much on regular occasions. Frostbite began to chew on the food, saying a graceful thanks to Starclan once more. It was nice that he had been introduced to Starclan, or 'The Others' as he once had called them as a Kit...

His eyes were constantly fixed onto the Highrocks, dismay in his eyes. It was a grudge and sorrow that would haunt him everyday. It was only common courtesy to come here when being alone. Paying respects...He nodded after finishing his Mouse, a smile of cheerfulness had finally come back to him for once. And as he had always done, he began to talk to himself once again...

[color=6ecff6]"Maybe she's right...I could start socialising...It might help with hunting. I should imagine trying the techniques with other clanners..."[/color] He followed with a quick head-shake. [color=6ecff6]"No...that'd bring you down, remember. You have too much responsibility. There is no time for friends, or anyone...Just me, Frogpelt and all my duties. I can't fail Hawkstar by chatting to others..."[/color]

At that moment in time, he was driven by the idea of not having Friends as it dragged him down. There was the image in his head of Hawkstar turning him down, spotting him talking to an friend only visible in his mind. Laying back...He had to stay as responsive as possible, making sure he did what had to be done to redeem himself and to pay back the endless favours he had to bring. Though...he did feel a bit tired of having himself to talk to constantly. It bored him. Since when can you tell yourself that you did something that day, or how you found something? No...he had to stay loyal. Though...to him...it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone. Seeing as he Frostbite was never notified about by or to Hawkstar, except when he was decided to Mentor Honeypaw, so what was the point? He was endlessly scrambling around to get as much done sorted without a [color=662d91]"Hey thanks!"[/color] from anyone, especially Hawkstar. He seemed to give his appreciation to others, but Frostbite, oooooh no. It was like as if he were just a Pawn...just an expendable Tom among strong and proud Thunderclan cats.

He shook his head. This is what spending too much time alone had done. It had messed him up. These thoughts weren't what he wanted. Though he did have a point, speaking of which. Once again, he shook his head, smiling slightly as he told himself...

[color=6ecff6]"No wonder you speak to yourself...you are totally insane, Frostbite..."[/color] He jokingly chuckled to himself. [color=6ecff6]"Anyway...Frogpelt is probably trying to fix-me-up a friend right this second...I bet it!"[/color] He boomed exceptionally loud to himself, standing in his tall, proud posture. Though what exactly there was to be proud of, stumbled him. Eh...oh well...just had to live his life like the way he liked. All alone in one spread out location. Perfect...

Well...surely no-one would interrupt his monologue...