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    Powers were such a strange, foreign concept. Despite popular belief, there can't ever really be a proper grasp on how powers are obtained, and to what extent they end at. New use of these powers, new powers themselves, are always being discovered, but for someone like Aristotle that fact didn't matter; he knew not much about them. He had no working concept of anatomy required to make someone compatible, whether they were genetic abilities, or anything else necessarily conceivable. All he knew was that he could sometimes make sand float, and that he can make flowers blossom from his paw prints.


    He hadn't tried using any of his powers since moving to the mainland, especially not flowerprints. The harshness of winter's cold just seemed to unforgiving for whatever fragile piece of greenery he could conjure, so he didn't bother trying. Sometimes, however, his powers just started to work without him opting them to. Such as that late morning, when Aristotle was padding quietly through camp, lost in thought about whatever topic he'd succumbed to that hour. In particular, he was reminiscing about how he wanted to find himself a new journal he could write in, how his other was lost on the fishing vessel he'd stowed away in. It wasn't until his skull had started pounding, a quaking abruptly overtaking his cranium in a way only describable as a hammer beating his temple, that he realized his thoughts were projecting.


    Telepathy was his weakest ability, so if anyone had been affected by his accidental usage of the power, his thoughts would have only been a soft drone of gentle static in the back of their minds. He was unaware of such a fact, however. Aristotle, his body seizing up, froze in utter shock and embarrassment; his face felt hot, his shoulders began to shake. Palling, the scruffy tomcat quickly lurched starboard and ducked into an alleyway between two cabins, horrified. The only audible words that any victim would be able to hear from him would be a slightly louder 'I'm so sorry!' before his thoughts were silenced, and he stood there in the alley, closing his eyes against the headache pressing his skull.

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    Littlepaw didn't understand powers either, how they came to be was something she never found the answer too. Since she had found hers at random points in her life, telepathy being one that came to her early in life. Her elemental came later and she kept it suppressed until she could fully control it, her telepathy she had a decent handle of it. Any other powers she might have, shes unaware of since it hadn't made it self clear. So far she was enjoying her day, finding things to draw or talking to clanmates when she saw one. So when she felt a buzzing feeling in the back of her mind, it sort of surprised her at first. "huh, who?" she said at first, as she glanced around to see who it was coming from.


    It didn't last long since the feeling was gone quickly and it was quiet before she heard the voice apologizing. Even if she used telepathy herself, she could see it made others feel a bit uncomfortable and now feeling it herself, she understood the same feeling now.


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    Oliver had felt the 'radio static', so to speak, and it didn't take him long to come to the thought that it was someone new to the powers, and/or someone who couldn't control it all that well. Having pretty much mastered all his powers, he quickly honed in on the source of the white noise until he stopped in front of Aristotle. It seemed as though he was running into this guy a lot.


    "[color=green]Your telepathy could use some work," he said, not trying to be mean, but rather suggestive.


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    He honestly hoped that throwing himself into the dark shadows of some alleyway would hide him from the prying eyes of victims, but it seemed like he was well out of luck. Someone had found him, rather quickly at that, despite his being tucked away between two cabins. It was like he was trying to phase through the wall, hide from his own mortification. Aristotle was horribly embarrassed, and that feeling only exasperated the headache which slammed unceremoniously against his thin skull. He didn't open his eyes to look at Oliver, instead shrinking a bit further into himself, leaning his head against the wall to his left.


    "Mhm," he hummed tiredly, suppressing a sigh. How humiliating. "I concur." Aristotle croaked.

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    It had seemed Oliver had found what the source of that noise was so she came over to see who it was, obviously she was more curious then upset. Besides she was unlikely to get upset at someone, and she had assumed that earlier had been an accident. "Oh, Aristotle!" she sounded a bit surprised to see it was him. She was glad that the power hadn't done any harm to them or anyone, since that would be bad. Lit could still remember when she had harmed herself when she discovered her elemental air powers, she still needed to find someone to help train her with it. "Accidents happen with powers, they are tricky to use at first but you get a hang of it sooner or later!" she said. It had taken her a while after all when she had found out about her telepathy, many accidents with her family and she had a hang of it but not total control of it.


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