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

He simply shrugged off her over-excited antics. What he needed to focus on was delivering the Vole he caught in such a strange way, back to the Clan so he can receive some sort of praise from Hawkstar, something which satisfied him dearly. He turned, leaving Angelfeather once more as she scrambled to pick her catch up. As she called for him from behind, he was already gone, disappearing into the Clan boundaries.

He took a peep inside, noticing it starting to crowed up a little bit. He sighed. Frostbite hated crowds, hence why he always avoided Gatherings. He always had an excuse to slip out of them. Smooth and steady, he was. Taking it slow and finishing, he plodded back into the camp. A drag of the vole was held up high from his tail. Strange sight, as it was. Some still hadn't gotten used to the fact of how different and strange he was. His tail strength was quite fascinating in some ways, though. How dependent he was at using it was what had kept him alive. Nothing would ever really be as difficult as it was as long as his sleek and furry tail was in the picture. Greatness and happiness had followed as he smiled, putting the Fresh-kill onto the pile. Frostbite didn't want to stay around for too long...but looked around to see if he had actually made a good name for himself. Though there were some un-named eyes watching him from around the Clan, he sighed. He figured Hawkstar wasn't around to see his catch, as he padded to the Elder's den to see his 'Mother'...