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GidgetGal Lostelm making some new memories, since he doesn't have any, and friends of course! And with Ratstar at that!
He'd been released from the medicine cat's care only the moon previous, given a new name by the leader of the clan, and sent to learn to become a warrior of SummerClan. The tom had natural reflexes, ones that spoke of knowing what to do in a fight and while hunting, but the memories weren't there. So he always went out with patrols, hunting or otherwise, to try and relearn it all. Even if his body knew what to do, he didn't and didn't particular like that feeling. Lostelm, no memory and no idea how he got to SummerClan besides being found and rescued by a patrol, took everything in stride. No memories? Fine, he'd make new ones. No clue how he got here? Well no matter, he was happy now and if someone came looking for him, the at least he was alive. Life felt simple for Lostelm. Learn about clan life, become who he wanted to be, and be happy with whatever he did. But I guess it was simple like that when you didn't know your past.
"Lostelm!" The sound of a confident voice carried on the autumn wind as the familiar sight of a slender, somewhat scraggly brown tabby made his way across camp towards the newly-named warrior. Though Ratstar was usually preoccupied with the things most leaders concerned himself about; training his new Deputy, making sure the Elders and kits were fed, and preparing a nest in the nursery for his pregnant mate, he couldn't help but take a curious notice to the amnesiac he had given a proper name to a moon ago. Perhaps it was because he himself was once an outsider that he felt almost protective over cats who joined from the twolegplace; Summerclan had given the leader the home he always dreamed of, and he hoped that others would feel the same. "Sorry t' interrupt your daydreamin'," he meowed good-naturedly, his signature carefree grin growing wide across his muzzle. "But you're on patrol with me for t' afternoon - we're headin' up towards the Shore o' Shifting Sand an' Northern Sea."
"Oh! Sure, though I didn't realize I was on a patrol today?" Had the schedule changed on him? Did he forget what day it was? A small bit of panic went through him at the thought that he was forgetting thing all over again, especially after having just started learning things again and creating new memories. Lostelm frowned at the leader, thinking over everything he'd learned as of recent. A habit he'd picked up recently, and unconsciously from all the times the medicine cat would ask to make sure he was creating new memories while recovering. So he'd started recounting everything he did in a day, a week, and in the last two moons since waking up in SummerClan. Even started his day with his little recount and ended it by going over everything that happened that day. It was a little thing of reassurance when he could remember yesterday, last week, and the things of today.
"No need t' worry," Ratstar chuckled softly, resting the tip of his tail on the other tom's shoulder in reassurance when he noticed the brief hint of panic flash across Lostelm's face. He couldn't imagine what it must be like, to forget everything about yourself - not being able to remember his father or his mate... You probably wouldn't be able to trust even your own head ever again. "It's a bit o' an impromptu patrol, more of a evenin' stroll, t' be honest. I jus' wanna debrief with ya, see how you're settlin' in, if ya don' mind."
"Oh...I supposed that makes sense. Should..should we hunt along the way then?" He wasn't anything if not productive. It kept him form overthinking, of focusing on what he didn't know instead of what he'd learned recently. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to hunt since they'll already be out and everything. Maybe the leader could give him some pointers, suggestions that he didn't remember. "I guess we should get going then?"
"Some huntin' sounds good t' me. Let's come on, then." With a bit of a spring in his step, Ratstar turned and began to lead Lostelm out of camp and into the near-leafless forest of the Deep Lands. A carpet of crunchy brown, orange, and red laid out before them as they strolled along, watching as squirrels bounded from branch to branch over their heads. "Never knew those fluffy-tails got so feisty this time o' year," the leader mused, watching a pair rapidly chase each other around a tree trunk. "If we're lucky, we might catch 'em distracted."
"Maybe. They are pretty quick though." He hadn't had any luck in the past with catching a squirrel, a little to fast for him, that and he didn't have his technique down just right yet. Lostelm smiled as he watched the squirrels part and take off up the tree. "Sure if nice out here today." Was this how winter always was? He didn't know and honestly had heard it was worse, especially with the stories he'd heard about WInterClan and how cold it is there.
