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The dilute calico looked like he'd just spent the last two days hiking Mount Everest. He looked tired and worn down, but he also looked quite impressed with himself. After all, if his journey to DayClan had been an expedition up a metaphorical mountain, he had finally reached the crest. The view was always great from the top. Pastelchaos let out a sigh. It was strange, being this far from SwiftClan, the place where he had resided most of his life. But, since all his friends decided he was too much to handle, his life in Swift had gotten quite boring. That's why he was here. He needed a change, and the rumor mill said that his Best Friend (he was sure the tom didn't consider him likewise) had settled in DayClan. Which meant, obviously, that Pastelchaos needed to make an appearance...
"No, no, nooooo!" It was pure coincidence that Peachstar was roaming the same neck of DayClan's territory as Pastelchaos was, but Peachstar's life these days seemed to consist almost entirely of unfortunate coincidences anyway, so perhaps it wasn't that unexpected. The newly-appointed leader's eyes were wide at horror as they stared at their former Clanmate. "Why are you here?! Who told you where I was?! Why does this keep happening to me?!?!?"
He frowned deeply, his lower lip wobbling as if he was about to cry. "Now, that isn't any way to talk to a friend," he meowed in a pouting tone, genuinely looking a bit disappointed that his friend hadn't been more... friendly. "I'm here because I missed you. Don't lie, you missed me too, bestie," the tiny tom continued. "No one told me, I just overheard that DayClan had a brand new leader. I just had to come and see if the rumors were true is all! I wouldn't want to miss the chance to tell you congratulations."
Peachstar was silent for a few long moments, his entire body deflating like a punctured soccer ball. "Why do I have the idea that's not the only thing you came here to tell me..." he mumbled, before clearing his throat and squaring his shoulders. "Yes, that's me. The new leader of DayClan. Somehow. No, I don't know how it happened either."
"Because it's not." he mumbled at the exact same volume. Pastelchaos had excellent hearing, mostly because he was almost constantly listening into other cats' conversations, so he'd gotten quite good at picking up on things he certainly wasn't intended to hear. He then offered Peachblush - well, now star, a grin. "Really? Congrats, buddy! Wow, I'm just so proud of you! I'm sure you'll do great, bud," he purred. "They say practice makes perfect, and you've certainly had lots of practice!~" His voice had a sing-songy quality, and it looked like the tiny thing was basically vibrating in excitement. It looked like he had just found his new home.
"Mhm. Yes. Practice." Peachstar's eyelid twitched. "Lots of it. Sure. Thanks for the support." He straightened. "Well, now that you've said your piece, I presume you'd like to head back to SwiftClan? The border's just there, back where you came from, thankyouandgoodnight."
"Are you rushing me out? I feel like you're rushing me out. That's not very nice of you," he meowed with a squint, although there was no negative emotion in either his gaze or his tone. He then glanced at the ground sheepishly. "Well, about that. Even if you were rushing me out, there's not really any place for me to go." He let out a soft bubble of nervous laughter. "I... kinda got kicked out."
"Oh, you did?" For a brief, beautiful second, Peachstar was filled with self-righteous glee that karma had finally kicked in and handed his foe some actual damn consequences for once. Then he realised the implications of what Pastelchaos had just said, and his heart was immediately stricken with fear. "Oh, y-you d-did? How did you....what did you even do to get kicked out of SwiftClan? They literally take anyone."
He squinted even further at the look that passed through Peachstar's eyes, but then he shrugged. "It's a long story," he assured the other with a nod. "It's pretty impressive, don't chya think? It takes major skills to be able to get kicked out by SwiftClan!" Was he proud of himself? Knowing him, the answer was probably. "I... may or may not have caused a minor contamination of just a small part of the water supply. I honestly don't know what the big deal was - no one died, or even got sick! The water just turned green and got a real bad smell to it. I was doing a science experiment. Apparently science is illegal in SwiftClan." The tom shook his head in disappointment, before letting a smile cross his face. "It's a good thing DayClan's known for being even more accepting than SwiftClan, innit?"
Peachstar's face fell. "Oh, StarClan. You pulled a Funk. Pastelchaos, you weren't such a screwup when I left that you would poison a whole Clan's water supply! What kind of experiment were you even doing, anyway? What else do we need to know about water? You leave it alone and you drink it when you're thirsty!!!"
"Hey!" the tom meowed indignantly. "I didn't poison the entire water supply, only a little bit of it." He stomped his foot on the ground dramatically, as if that was going to have any impact on Peachstar. "It was a rookie mistake, honestly. Some two-legs left this big canister of liquid next to the shore, and I was simply trying to se what the liquid would do to the plants. I... may or may not have gotten a little excited tho, and well, next thing I knew, the liquid was in the water." He offered a casual ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, as if that was something that happened quite often and wasn't a uniquely Pastel experience. "I tried to tell them I was sorry but apparently they decided I was 'too much trouble' and they 'wanted to be able to exist without constantly worrying that I was going to mess something up' or something, I don't know, I stopped listening after they told me to pack my things."
"And now you're here to ask DayClan for shelter," Peachstar said flatly. "I...I don't know what to say. You, Pastelchaos, are a Rube Goldberg machine of disaster. Everything you get involved in, everything you get your grubby little meathooks on...it all collapses under the weight of your sheer incompetence. You're like a reverse Midas," he said, "and now you want to join DayClan. You know we just lost half our members to an earthquake, right? That there's a big hole in the ground, the perfect size for an unwitting Pastelchaos to fall into? The perfect size for a Pastelchaos to accidentally push someone into? Whose death sentence will I be signing by letting you in, Pastelchaos?"
“Peachy!” the tom meowed with disapproval in his voice. “We both know I haven’t killed anyone, and I don’t like the implication that I might accidentally kill someone, even if there is a giant hole I sort of want to go investigate now.” His whiskers twitched in amusement. “Plus, if you’re right and y’all did lose half of your warriors, wouldn’t that mean you’re hurting for big strong toms that can do the clans heavy lifting?” He flexed his muscles jokingly - the barely - apprentice sized tom certainly wasn’t going yo be doing any heavy lifting. He paused, tilting his head as he thought. “Doesn’t DayClan have some sort of redemption program? If Foxstar can be rehabilitated, surely I can, too, right? Just tell me what I’ve gotta do, boss.”
"I don't know that, Pastelchaos. I don't know that you haven't already killed someone. Accidental or not." Peachstar sighed, shoulders slumping. "And I never personally had anything to do with accepting Foxstar, by the way, but...yes, DayClan does have a ...rehabilitation program of sorts. But we only do it if we think the participant is going to engage with it in good faith. Are you willing to engage in the program in good faith, Pastelchaos?"
"Does this look like the face of a killer?" the little tom asked, flashing a wide grin that wasn't quite as innocent as he'd like it to be. "If I killed someone, trust me, you'd be the first cat to know! It would be a little bonding experience. But I haven't, so I haven't." The tom's head then tilted slightly as Peachstar continued to talk about the rehabilitation program, nodding along eagerly. "Scout's honor, boss, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a two leg in my eye, I will do everything in not just good faith, but the best faith. So, will you have me?" he asked, his bottom lip trembling slightly with a mix of anticipation for his new adventure and anxiety that Peach would turn him away.
Peachstar made a face like he'd just taken a bite out of a lemon. "........Fine," he muttered after several moments of silence. He cleared his throat. "Yes, we'll take you. Do you know how DayClan's class system works?"
Pastelchaos couldn't help but start his happy little taps of his feet, something he only did when he was very excited about something. His masterplan had worked! He let out a sing-songy purr, a wide grin on his face. "ThankyousomuchPeachstaryouwon'tregretitatall," he meowed, all of his words stringing together in a single breath. He did his weird little shimmy for a second more, before shaking his head. "Absolutely not! I know basically nothing about DayClan at all other than that it was ran by... were they lesbians? I think they were lesbians. They were ran by that cute gay couple for a while and I always thought 'aww, that's so great to see my people represented in positions of power.'" He sighed wistfully, before snapping back to focus. "Other than that, and the fact you're the new leader, I know zip zilch about this place, but I'm ready to learn!"
Aren't I gay too? What am I, chopped liver? Peachstar thought. Still, he would have to give Pastelchaos a half-decent tour if he was ever going to 'redeem' himself. "Well, we're a bit like SwiftClan in some aspects," he started to explain. "We take in most cats that ask, and we aim to provide aid and charity to the surrounding areas when they need it. We don't shift territories like SwiftClan does, though. And in addition to ranks like warrior and apprentice, DayClan aims to incentivise good behaviour by giving cats with a proven track record a few more benefits."
He nodded along, trying his best to stay focused on what the tom was saying to him. As it turned out, though, Pastelchaos' best was not actually that good, and he had found himself drifting to the sound of Peachstar's voice as he followed eagerly. His nose twitched at the new smells, his eyes scanning to take in every detail of his home. This place wouldn't be too bad, and what could he say, he wasn't angry at the idea of not having to move every two minutes.
The last sentence of the leader's drew his attention, though, and his ears perked. "Benefits? What kinda benefits we talkin about?" he asked. "Like a free dinner date? Ability to throw your clanmate's into the brig?"
"Along those lines," Peachstar nodded. "Cats of a higher social rank get first pick of the prey aside from the kits, they generally get more leadership roles, they don't have to do the boring stuff like fix the dens. There's five ranks--normally I would say that poisoning a Clan's water supply would get you put in the absolute bottom rank, but seeing as you do seem very eager to fix your mistake...perhaps we can make some other arrangement." It was very tempting to put Pastelchaos down as one of the forsaken, but the rehabilitation process Peachstar would be obliged to put him through would take a lot of time and effort, and Peachstar wasn't really sure if he'd like to spend that much time thinking about Pastelchaos.
