[space boy,,]

Snowpaw blinked awake. Once again, he had no recognition of last night's dreams, and no memory of the events that went on within them. He could have perished fifteen times over within his thoughts, however, nothing but a blank screen would be withheld as he attempted to think about them. Snowpaw gave a few owlish winks, attempting to wake himself up past the blurry overlay. Currently, everything stood as buzzing, colorful shapes. After a few moments, the lines hardened, and intensified. Glancing around, he couldn't quite make out many of the chatting figures. While he could acknowledge a few, there was nobody he'd really feel comfortable going up to. He felt vaguely lonely, as he churned the harsh ground with his duller-alabaster claws. Even if he had just talked to another the day before, and he'd just waken up from his slumber.