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Brownie was standing by the freshkill pile, pondering which piece of prey she should drag over to her kittens. The queen was stuck between a mouse that looked unappealing to her but was fat enough for a couple kittens and a vole that she honestly would rather have for herself. Mouse or vole? She looked back and forth between them and decided on the larger piece. Brownie picked it up, careful to not prick the skin with her teeth, and turned to carry it back to the nursery. As she was heading that direction, a scent from beside her and a blur of fur from the corner of her eye tugged at her memory. There was something familiar about it. The brown she-cat searched for which cat the scent was coming from.
Batseeker had woken up and got an early start to the day. He tended to like to do things by himself. He had only been back for a few weeks. He hadn't learned everyone's names yet. He recognized some of his former Waterclan clanmates. He had kept mostly to himself speaking a few choice words with his siblings, nieces, and nephews. Majority of the rest of Swiftclan felt like strangers. Every once in awhile when he would finally come crawling back in the middle of the night he would scent a familiar scent one he couldn't quite place. The same thing happened again when Batseeker padded back into camp. A bird hung from his jaws as he approached the makeshift freshkill pile he dropped the bird on top. The same familiar scent hit him.
Brownie turned her head to look back at the pile of prey. Her eyes flew open, and she bounded over to the tom standing there. The scent was so strong. Yes, she recognized this cat. The brown queen dropped the dead creature that was in her mouth and said in surprise, "I know you!"
Batseeker had started to look around when he noticed the scent began to grow stronger. He turned his head until he found himself face to face with a brown she-cat. His eyes widened in surprise at her statement. She didn't look like any family member or any Waterclan cat that he could remember. He was rather certain that he hadn't talked to her in the weeks he had been back. His grew puzzled as he tried to piece together where he knew her from. "I know you too, but I seem to not remember your name at the moment. What is your name again?" He asked while cursing himself for beginning to become forgetful.
The brown queen smiled and answered, "It's Brownie. I used to be a kittypet. I believe you wandered through my neighborhood once." Brownie glanced back toward the nursery and then to the tom. "I'm not sure I remember your name either. It was strange. But I guess now that I'm part of a clan I understand it."
