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[ Perrin is still suffering from the nightmares, mind you, with this being the last day of them. So that's why this message first goes out quite late at night. Oddly enough, the message seems quite focused, though. Perrin knows how to handle his brain. But his voice is choppy, each word practiced. There's also a slight echo. (In real life, he is saying each word out loud before saying it in telepathy.) ]

--didn't know being a psyker was something technology could help with. Which is pretty impressive.

I know those were real people. Pokemon? Those guys who vanished. It's not like when I see people and then I'm the only one seeing them.

I know the doctor said they'd keep records, but we should too. Keep our own, I mean - and we can also figure out if there's a connection between us. First thing's first.

Where are you all from? I've heard that not all of you are American. Or from the same time as me - oh, that's right. I'm from the year 2281. [ Oops, his thoughts are spiraling. He's not saying this part out loud in real life, anymore. And sounding more casual. ] You know, it's pretty fascinating to meet people who are pre-War. I would have thought you would have been a lot weirder, but you're just like me. Without the survival instints, I mean. I wonder if it's true that people were just the same, and it was the governments and corporations that wanted to mess stuff up. Oh, but they didn't cause the Resource Wars, the lack of resources did... sometimes wish I'd read more up on history. I mean, pre-War history. Not just shit that happened near to me.

[ He seems to have forgotten this is telepathy and his thoughts are being broadcast for a while. Until-- ] Oh. Right. So I'm gonna be keeping a list of us. Uh, in a book. We don't have terminals here, and terminals could get messed up if some of the electricity messed up or if we forgot the password. And I'm not the best hacker. I'm also not the best at lockpicking, honestly.

So! Guess this is me asking about your home and what year you're from!

[[ This post can also be used as a mingle post, if wanted! The OOC post for the record keeping is here. Perrin will let anybody check it out, which is why he hasn't listed his real name in it. ]]

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Yeah, we number our years - and oak forest is more then fine! I know people who just say they've grown up over there, and then you gotta figure out how far-- anyway! We number our years. But then there's the case when our years need to go back before 0, which has always been weird t'me. Like... if that's the case, why didn't we start at 0 again when the world began again?

[ you have got him pondering Deep Questions. Actually just his thought process is happening out loud now. ]

[For a moment there's no words being transmitted, just a very strong feeling of being overwhelmed. What... is he talking about??]

Um... yeah, I don't know what number I would call our years. Maybe one of the older cats would have a better idea, but... "Bluestar's leadership" or something like that should be fine. At least, if someone else says Bluestar is their leader, they're probably someone I know.

[Granted... he doesn't actually remember the names of the other Clan leaders. If someone from another Clan came here, they might have trouble figuring out their timeline.]

[ that's what he's like he is so full of words ]

Yeah, I'll put that down - Bluestar a good leader, though? [ There's a slight nostalgia in his thought-voice now. ] My Mama and Nana were th'leader of my clan. They're pretty damn good leaders.

She is! It was her decision to let me join the Clan - usually they don't let housecats live with them, but Bluestar thought I had a warrior's spirit, and the other cats trust her enough that they gave me a chance. She's my mentor, too, so most of what I know I learned from her.

[He passes along a mental image of her - a burly russian blue cat with a silver muzzle and a nasty scar across her shoulders. Specifically, it's a memory of her standing on top of a big rock so she can address all the cats of ThunderClan. She exudes power, especially from the perspective of a kitten.]

[ Oh. Oh! Perrin is growing soft, his voice is sounding even more nostalgic - and in his mental images, there's a blurry image of an older woman tending to him, another dark-skinned woman with locs - looking like she's in her 60s. But there is a similar wild look to the sort Perrin has in his eyes. Behind her is another old woman, who looks even older somehow, leaning and saying something hard to hear.

Perrin wonders if they've even notice he's vanished, the nightmare voices still whispering to him. His voice is quiet as the telepathy resumes, as the image vanishes. ] Y'know, my Mama and Nana - Acorn and Ananta - they let me into their tribe when they first found me. Thought I'd probably die out there on my own. They taught me how t'survive. [ It's similar! ] Th'rest of their tribe trust their judgement - Ananta was th'Elder, and Acorn was her personal assassin. Best shot that side of the Wasteland. [ This is the most he's talked about his past. You are a lucky kitteh. ] I'm bettin' there's not many people here who lived out in tribes or clans, y'know?

Probably not - I've only known Twolegs to live in Twolegplaces - cities - or farms. But I guess I couldn't talk to any of them before I came here, so maybe things are different further away from the forest.

[He's fascinated by the idea of Twolegs living in a tribe, and by how different Perrin's memories look than the Twolegs he's seen. He still thinks of clothing as their fur color, and that is part of it.]

In ThunderClan, 'elder' is a word for cats who can't hunt for themselves anymore. Usually they're too old, but sometimes they're too weak or have trouble seeing and hearing. We take care of them, and they teach our history to the younger cats. I think some of our elders are older than Bluestar, but she would hate to be called one.

[ There is a kindness in his voice - Perrin is taking on a mentor role, he feels, for this little one.

Perhaps he's like his Nana and Mama now. ]

Th'Elder is just the one who leads the tribe, where I come from. Mama actually took on that role in her 20s - which is young for a person. She's in her late 50s now. I mean, I'm 38. But she carries our history, too.

38... years?

[He is trying so hard to not seem incredulous at how old that is, that seems impolite. He... is failing.]

No wonder Twolegs can count thousands of years. I've only been alive for eight moons.

[ Okay, so. Perrin is thinking. You can even see his thought process. So if dogs age seven years for a year (as he believes they do)--

Oh, this is a kiddo. Actual kiddo. ]

I'm guessin' moons are when it goes from a full moon t'vanishin' and back.

Yeah. I don't know exactly when I was born - we don't really keep track of that - but I've seen eight full moons. I think I was born in leaf-fall - that's the season where it starts getting cold and the leaves fall off the trees. I spent leaf-bare with my housefolk, and joined ThunderClan in newleaf.

[ Hm. Well, he can assume, he's seen a few trees, so: ]

You haven't even been though a full summer yet! Uh. Okay, so. We call th'seasons... leaf-fall is Autumn, leaf-bare is Winter, and newleaf is Spring. Good names for 'em, though - I might begin usin' them myself.

If that's... fine with you.

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