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"Oh!" Rosy exclaimed, trying to be positive. "Well! P-poisoned a Clan's water supply! Well! No one's perfect! Maybe he meant well - it's very easy to... poison a Clan's water supply..." He looked briefly helpless, frowning down at the ground. Then he perked up, beaming smile returning. "Well, anyway, I'm excited!" He looked at Peachstar and laughed. "And what are the chances of it happening twice?" He continued to laugh, and it wasn't the reassurance he hoped it was; really, it was ominous. He and Pastelchaos would absolutely be poisoning DayClan's water supply before the month was out. "And if it does, we'll just pretend it wasn't us!" He laughed again, perfectly innocent and warm, pleased with how this was going.
Pastelchaos shrugged at the response from the leader, offering a casual, "Well, it wasn't intentional" before turning his gaze back to his... mentor. Gods be damned, he really was an apprentice again, wasn't he? At the tom's frown, Pastelchaos blinked: great, this was starting off real well. As he listened to Rosyclementine continue to speak, though, a small smile crept on his face. The tom had seemed... fine enough when they first met, but the tom's laugh made the small tom squirm slightly in excitement. Finally, he was going to be spending time with someone who seemed to have a similar penchant for innocent fun. This was what he needed, he decided, as the tom finished speaking. Pastel's whiskers twitched. "The chances of it happening twice are... higher for me than for a normal cat, but I'm sure you'll learn that fast," he meowed with a grin. "Back in the day when Peachstar and I met, I was his," unwitting "personal trainer. Remember that, Peachy?" He offered the other a flick to his shoulder. Of course, his words were at best a half truth. Sure, he'd put out that obstacle course for him, but did that really... count as personal training? "That's close to medical experience, right?"
"Oh," Rosy replied, blushing. He plucked a flower from the ground, forgetting Peachstar was allergic, and handed it to him with his cheek shyly resting on his own cat shoulder, his lashes heavy and fluttering. "Hi~"
"Um..." Peachstar blinked as he was handed the flower by a strange cat he....did he know this cat? No, he thought, because then you'd recognise them. Idiot. "Thank for the--EEEUCHCHCHUUGHGHHOOOOOOOOOOO," he said, suddenly bursting into the most violent sneeze of his life and drenching the other two cats in the den with gross allergy mucus.
Rosy scrunched up his face as snot rained down on him. "You're welcome," he replied in a meek little voice when he opened his eyes, giving Peachstar a 'don't worry about it' smile and discreetly scraping some of the mucus into a little vile to hold onto forever. "This is forward, but... What about the three of us going on a date?" He looked between the tiny gay man he didn't know and the slightly larger gay man he didn't know either.
"A date? Us three? But...I don't know you guys?" Peachstar was suddenly feeling very confused about what was happening, and where he was, and who they were, and who was he? His head felt like it was filled with helium. There was something--or someone--he was supposed to remember, yet it all felt so far out of reach. "...And does anyone else feel a headache coming on?"
Pastelchaos hadn't been on a date in a long time, and his ears perked. "Yes, a date! With the three hottest people in this.... den thing we're in. Do you all remember how we got here?" He blinked twice, before glancing over to Peachstar. "Don't people normally pick up hot strangers for dates? Isn't that how this whole thing works?" He then thought for a second. "Funny you should say that, but yeah, I'm feelin' a little floaty myself ~"
Peachstar probably should have realised something was wrong at this point, but he was feeling too floaty and free and sexy to care. "Is that what happened? We all picked each other up for a date? That doesn't sound like me...or does it?" He looked around at everyone. "...This doesn't seem like a very fun date, though."
“Hello!” Rosy greeted enthusiastically, once again forgetting where he was and who these two delectable morsels of manhood were. He felt light-headed and the other two kept distorting and warping, so that Peach’s head would suddenly be as long and tall as a tree. Rosy looked delighted, eyes slightly crossed as he leaned back to smile up at the huge Peachstar, who was twenty feet into the air above actual Peachstar. “Who’s going on a date?”
"I...I don't know." Peachstar's eyes were wild, bloodshot. They darted back and forth between the two strangers in feverish panic. "I don't know anything about anyone or anywhere. Stop asking me things. ＳＴＯＰ ＡＳＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＩＮＧＳ！！" His chest heaved with each breath he took.
“Hello!” Rosy greeted again, eyes wide and happy, once again forgetting he’d just said it. He looked down at Pastelchaos, delighted. “Wow, you’re short!”
"I'm not short, I'm fun sized!" the little thing objected, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Have we done this before?" he then asked, shifting his weight back and forth. They both looked familiar ... "Oh! I got it! You two must be from the traveling circus!"
Peachstar took a break from repeating a wide-eyed, near-silent litany of ᴳᴱᵀ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴹʸ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ to stare at Pastelchaos. A circus...yes, he did remember living in a travelling circus. There was a haunted house, a rollercoaster, and--the giant wheel Melonkit had fallen off of. Poor, sweet Melonkit. "No..." he breathed, his surroundings wavering around him. No longer was he in the strange-smelling, flowery den--now he was back in the circus, watching the two cats standing before him slowly transform into a Ferris wheel. "𝕀 𝕎𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌," he shrieked, throwing himself clumsily at the two of them. "ι ωση'т ℓєт уσυ нυят нιм αgαιη!!!"
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Outside, Melonspring could vaguely hear a commotion coming from inside his father's den. "...What the hell?"
"Oh, this is glorious!" Rosy cried as he was badly tackled by Peachstar, half his size. He just let himself flop like a whimsical bag of flowers, light as air, limbs almost floating in slow motion before he hit the ground.
"D҉E҉A҉T҉H҉ ҉T҉O҉ ҉Y҉O҉U҉," Peachstar screamed. He unsheathed his claws and prepared to strike at the Ferris wheel's throat--or at least, that was what he thought he was doing. In reality, he had completely failed to unsheath his claws, or even place them anywhere near either of the cats' necks at all. He ran into the wall and missed them both completely, his head hitting the (insert the material the den walls are made of here) with a dull, yet hilariously-timed thud.
