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[color=Silver]	The feeling of drowsiness and having been sleep-deprived really took a toll on FrostBite, someone who was dependent on getting a steady routine of sleep, rest and relaxation to accompany his occasional stress. He had an apprentice, NightPaw, who had proven several times to be a small pawful. She wasn't exactly like the previous apprentices he had managed during the [i]Overhaul of Apprentices[/i] crisis the Tribe had to cope with occasionally. Though controllable at times, it was quite a pawful from time to time whenever a bad day had struck the skies. What's more, he was a Koa. A young Koa. A lot of grief and disapproval had been coming and going by older Warriors, and though some younger ones were too, yet the lesser-aged Warriors seemed to be a lot more supportive. It was a back-and-forth sort of side of morale and confidence. FrostBite at least tried his hardest to show no effect from whatever was said.

	But the previous night, however, proved to be one difficult and troublesome time. The discussion and queries about a dream so confusing, so questionable, made for a restless night. SwiftSky hadn't said much, and FrostBite knew exactly why. There was too much to think about. There was too much to process. FrostBite too had not added much, but was slightly more conversational than his superior. His slight inexperience with such issues amongst the Tribes wasn't proving useful in any way during that discussion, yet it allowed him to start learning early on.

	When the night had ceased its fire of darkness, it shed sunlight from the skies above down onto the lands of Big Paw. That wasn't ever a good sign for FrostBite, as he wished for more hours of darkness to find the time to catch a few winks. Luck wasn't on his side that morning, making him slowly drag himself, half-awake, back into the Tribe's camp, where some of the others were already sprung up, awake and lively. Some were too lively, as a pair of kits circled him, causing him to slightly stumble over their petite size. Only a grumble seeped from his mouth, as he groaned, staring at the kits playing a little too carelessly. StreamKit and StoneKit. What a surprise. What's more, he had heard chants of their imagination, yet one's imagination being controversial...

	Now, FrostBite was never a fan of dictating how some should act, nor even suggesting it. More to the point, he was very critical about his own methods of telling others about getting into line. Through slight hesitation, he trudged along the clearing of the soon-to-be-filled spaces within the Camp, towards SilverFish. Usually, he'd be quite difficult with his own words, but his concern made it clear that this wasn't going to be present. Taking a small sigh, he half-glanced at the queen.[/color]

[color=Aqua]"SilverFish...I'd hate to be the killjoy here, but please remind the kits [i]'Not'[/i] to use CloudTribe as a theme for play-fighting and all...Controversy, and potential offence from certain Warriors, is still possible..."[/color] [color=Silver]He sighed heavily once more, looking between the kits and her. A small apology spilt from his mouth before he turned around, trudging off in another direction. His mood was clearly showing today.

	He moved onwards to his preferred spot in the Camp, where he it would indicate the duties being handed out soon. It gave him space, whilst allowing fellow TribeMates to circle around him for easier duty assignments. But, it also was used for socalising, and anyone currently awake had the opportunity to speak with him about anything. Besides, he couldn't hand out these duties until everyone was awake...[/color]