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    The drawback of being a reincarnation? He had someone faintly telling him what to do, and sometimes that someones memories leaked into his own, resulting in.. Well, a flashback that wasn't 'his.' Well, it was his- his spirit was the same as Fadedhistory's, but his body, mindset, and train of thought were very, very different from the deceased elder. That's why one- Reconnaissancekit- often remained the sole being in control of his actions. In fact, Reconnaissancekit figured most that went through his head normal. He had random knowledge bursts and knew things about things he had never heard about- like the Singed. Pondering about that was what caused the kitten to daze out in the first place.


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    Looking around, he was clearly seeing from a new point of view. A few loners sat organized at his side, like an army ready to pounce. One of them stood out among them- Glass. The name was .. familiar, in a way. Pinning his ears, he looked up to hear a voice. "Hello, gathered warriors of the Singed! As you may have heard, Reconteemo has betrayed us, and ran off to join SkyClan!" The crowd boos. Whoever he was- Reconnaissancekit simply stayed silent. He felt a connection with this Reconteemo- were they family? "Now, the only one of my original three kin that remains is Crosseyes. He will be taking Reconteemo's place as future Heir."


    Heir? What was this all about. He heard cheering, ad the figure named Glass shoved him a bit. [color=white]"Nice work, general. Good to see you finally getting the attention you deserv-" Glass goes silent when the barn owl- who seems to be the leader- speaks up again. "On other news, we have progressed! We have a new enemy- SkyClan. I won't stop till we beat 'em into the ground! What do you all say?" More cheering, some out of fear while some out of loyalty. What was this twisted memory? 'I want to go home!' The kitten willed, fearful.

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    Just like that, he snapped back into relativity, finding himself laying down in a shady corner of the camp. Had he been sleeping? He was pretty sure he had been running around somewhere, being energetic. Seems not. Getting up unstably, he rubbed his head. [color=#885ead]"Ugh.." He simply muttered, having a random headache out of nowhere, and it was killing him! No, not really killing him, but it did hurt a ton. He simply walked into the camp, his head hung low as he looked around for someone he knew, most likely about to bombard them with questions.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Tofu happened to be meddling about in camp, trying to mentally shove aside his own problems. He had to think about current events, but unfortunately, they all seemed to be filled with problems as well. He glanced over and spotted Reconaissancekit, who was looking rather dejected at the moment. Hoping to take his mind off of practically everything running through his mind, he approached the kitten. "Hey, Recon," he greeted (in hopes that the younger male would be okay with the nickname he just came up with on the fly). "You doing alright?"




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    everyone seemed to be having some problem or another besides him. why couldn't he complain and bask in the disappoint of whatever like everyone else? that would at least give him something to talk about, and maybe get some opinions on with how to cope with such and such. the tabby tom kit had been lounging in the shade as well, contemplating his minor issue of why he had no issues when his luminaries caught sight of his brother. slight worry pricked up in his mind at the dejected and confused expression that appeared to be roaming about his brother's features, immediately rising to his paws to stroll over to where the two were standing. "hey reconnaissance, you aren't lookin' too good. feeling alright?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Flashbacks were something that the she-wolf didn't experience too often though it was of the same event, always. One that she tried to push to the back of her mind to lock in the safe with the rest of them but simply couldn't bring herself to part completely from it. Why? Well, because it was the last memory she had of her brother. No, not Ghost nor Rob but Jon- her fully-blooded brother.


    Flashbacks, in any case, were pesky things and ones that seemed intent on surprising you at the most randomly placed times. Often they were not pretty but why would one be startled by a happy memory? Hence the term 'flash'back, she supposed.


    However, the timber wolf was atrocious with both young ones and emotional creatures. Why her paws were leading her forth to an animal that fitted both of these categories was unknown to her and left her with a frown darkening her muzzle. Yet, on her paws trekked through the snow until she halted beside Tofu.


    Sweeping her eyes to the side, she acknowledged a nearby kit (Hakunakit, was it?) with a customary smile before shifting her focus back to the kit in question. [b]"I could fetch a medic, if you have needs of one?" she tagged on to Hakuna's enquiry, debating on whether to settle down based on whether the lit would require a medic.


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    He seemed fine with the nickname Tofubeats had come up with, and responded to it all the same. His head suddenly being held high again, he stared at Tofubeats for a few moments before forcing himself to respond. He didn't want to sound stupid, but he had no other way to put this. "I had a reaaaaally funny dream and it made my head hurt." He complained, tilting his head. "I'm not sure what it is but I've never heard of a Singed before or a SkyClan or a Glass that Reflects on Silver's Surface and it's bothering me because a SkyClan sounds like us because we live in the sky!" He stated, flicking both his ears and tail and wondering how else to phrase that.


    After pausing, noted that his brother and a stranger(whom he didn't know was one of the leaders, because he never bothered to ask around. All he knew was that his mother was a deputy and that he should direct all things to her because he didn't feel like asking some guy that he didn't even know what they looked like about his ideas and stuff.) and stared at them with green eyes for a moment. [color=#885ead]"I dunno- my head hurtsss-" He simply repeated to his brother, feeling a bit more comfortable talking to him. But, sadly, he couldn't bombard his brother with questions. Why would he know about what seems to be an evil thing and a clan?


    Then, he turned his head to face Nymeria, staring at the creature in a bit of curious surprise. Hey! Well, that was going to easily cheer him up- it was something that he didn't know what it was! He wasn't sure what a wolf was quite yet, due to the fact he knew mostly magical animals, prey, and species of cat.[color=#885ead] "I dunno, that'd be awkward. I mean, like.. I don't think they can help with dreams. I didn't know dreams hurt- but they do, and I'm not sure if they can help with that, unh.. stranger!" He dubbed the person 'stranger' for now, due to the fact he didn't know who they were. Well, that was certainly respectful, now wasn't it?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Stranger? Well, she had probably had worse. [b]"Nymeria,"     she provided, finally, with a solemn nod. Solemn because she was always afraid of showing too much emotion around little ones lest they begin wailing or become a little more boisterous than Nym could handle.


    "SkyClan is a clan nearby in the clanlands. It exists, yes, but it is not us; you need not worry." No, SkyClan was not half so cold as BlizzardClan though Nym couldn't pretend to know anything else about the clan. She had only the little knowledge she possessed of it because of her few visits there when delivering news. Although the creatures were relatively tolerable, they had not been as welcoming as those in SolsticeClan. As for the Singed, well, she had never heard of it.


    "Well, if you're sure." She was sure that there was certain herbs that could ease sleep and to soothe the apparent ache of his head. Though, the little male didn't look too convinced so she wouldn't push the matter. "Perhaps you could try visiting SkyClan and asking them of the names?" He was bound to find out something, wasn't he?


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    Nymeria? Having never heard of the name before, he paused. [b]"Oh, sorry, Nymeria!"[/b] He stated in a neutral tone, flicking his ears. He then paused, thinking about it. "Yeah! I could teleport over to them and ask them. Maybe they know about it!" He added on, suddenly cheerful from the slightest idea of leaving the clan and seeing what another place other then his home clan was like. [color=#885ead]"I guess I should, shouldn't I? I mean, the guy sounded really angry, like he wanted to hurt SkyClan in revenge for... a 'Reconteemo's actions. I dunno a Reconteemo."     He stated with a sigh. [color=#885ead]"If I go, will you tell mom that I'll be away for the hour or something? I'm like, still getting used to teleportation."     He asked the question to his brother, Hakunakit.

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    "of course, as long as you promise to be careful and not like cause a giant war to go down." hakuna commented with a hint of humor in his unusually serious tone. in a perfect world, hakuna would have offered to travel with recon, but since he did not have any powers yet, that would just waste a lot of time with traveling by paw. "oh, and hello nymeria." hakuna added in finally, minding his manners by greeting the she-wolf. he was almost positive that he had seen her out and about before.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]He may have seen her about, yes. She had actually been quite the active canine, before her capture. Active enough to have been raised to the rank of vice-leader; working beside her best friend and making significant clan-changing decisions- if you would believe it. Though, Feliks had balanced out her ice with his sun so that the clan had held up pretty well.


    Then she had disappeared, taken by twolegs to a place she had not told anyone of. No one got ear of the place from her, no, because too much had gone wrong there. As a consequence, the wolf had been less and less prominent in BlizzardClan for the guilt arose unexpectedly at times and it wouldn't do to allow weakness to show.


    But that was a story for another time; a time soon approaching. [b]"I would prefer if you had an adult escort with you, as I assume your mother would." Would she personally offer to take the young BlizzardClanner to SkyClan?


    Well, she would be lying if she stated she wasn't interested. This whole scenario had grasped at her interest- perhaps it was triggering her 'do-good' intentions as well. However, she was not going to risk her moodiness at having to stay with a kit for so long, no matter how kindly the Reconnaissance seemed at the moment, Oh, she knew all too well that they went through extreme moodswings, or at least some did. However, she wouldn't necessarily reject the offer to tag along if asked.


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