It had been a moon or so since the gray feline joined the ranks of Skyclan, being born and raised as a nomad who moved from place to place. Seeing the world in a clouded lens the tom had it somewhat rough growing up. Dealing with the hardship of not knowing when his next meal was, to fighting for the temporary territory his family would find for the week the tom had learned to not trust anyone. With his time spent outside the walls of the clan the tom had really learned how to fight, sometimes not even fairly. He was rather good at it and he very well knew it and had no problems challenging those who stood in his way. He lived a rather careless life. And because of his carelessness it had resulted the death of one of his sisters. Having been a total accident he hadn't noticed when someone he had managed to get in a silly fight had snuck away pinning his sister in a death grip the tom froze.
Having to think of his next move to get them out of the situation he had gotten them in he was afraid there was no way for his sister to survive the encounter. He was right when it came to that notion, he only made one minor move and Mockingbird's body fell forward. Anger at not only himself but to the stranger he did the one thing he knew was right. An eye for an eye, body cold with rage the tom had ended the strangers life. The duo had gone out by themselves to find some food to bring back to the family, that was all they had to hear. Hearing his mother say to avoid any fights as it was common with the short tempered tom. The one thing he was told not to do he had done. Guilt ate its way in the pits of his stomach as he mourned his lost, burying his sister's body and banishing himself from his family he had vowed to stick alone, so something like this wouldn't happen he left without a goodbye.
Moons after he found himself at the doorsteps of skyclan, having been alone for some time he felt as if this could be a chance for him to learn from his mistake, being allowed to stay and shortly proving his worth he was shortly promoted to warrior. Each day he'd do his daily tasks no questions asked, and each day he noticed a molly who'd sleep during the day and was up way late into the night. Not hearing much about the molly from his peers he grew rather curious, endless questions about who she was would filter throughout his mind each day. He just had to meet her, see what her deal was and why she never was up during the day. Was it normal for a cat to be so nocturnal? Hatching a plan with himself on a day he knew he could get away with sleeping in majority of the day he'd do just that, so when the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon rang out he could finally see what the white felines deal.
When his plan was well underway the tom had done just that, slept until the sun had started his decend down the sky, the fanding blues turning into a warming purples the tom had laid motionlessly in his nest. His stormy blue eyes slightly closed as he waited for the molly to wake for her day. It had felt like an enternity before she did that and was out with a blink of an eye. Waiting until she was gone he pushed himself up out of his nest. If he for whatever reason was stopped he had planned to say that he was restless and needed some fresh air so he could fall back asleep. Unsure if him being out and about would cause him troubles.
It had taken quite awhile before he could finally pinpoint where the molly, deciding to just causally bump into her as a way to enact a conversation he moved forward with that. Keeping his gaze low he came crashing into Frozenberry's side, acting as if he was surpised the feline stood there. "My apologize. I didn't see you there are you okay?" He coolly asked his gaze resting on the mollys face.