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humango Pastelchaos had been in DayClan for all of twenty-four hours, and he was already getting himself into trouble. This wasn't surprising, of course, if you knew anything about the tom. His name was pretty on the nose; chaos seemed to follow the boy no matter where he went. Today's chaos came from the fact he may have stumbled right into a small dog. It wasn't much bigger than him, and the tom-cat was certainly not afraid of the little thing, despite the fact that it was yapping wildly at him. How could he be afraid of it? Not only was it about his size, but it also looked seriously hurt, its front paw twisted in a way that made it clear that the barks were equal parts fear and pain.
"Aww, buddy, you don't gotta be so upset," he purred to the creature, fighting the urge to reach out and give it a pat on its head. "We can't leave you in here, though. I'd love to keep you as a pet, but I'm quite certain Peachy wouldn't appreciate that. So, we've gotta get ya out of here somehow," he meowed as he took one more step into the abandoned two-legs nest where the injured chihuahua had taken refuge. Little did he know, he wasn't the only cat who had stumbled across the scene...
Lionpaw felt the scent of fear, so he followed if to an abandoned two leg house. He suddenly felt the scent of a cat and heard barking, so he started running to them. "Hey! Are you okay?!" He asked after he got near the tom."What's up with this doggo?"
Pastelchaos looked over his shoulder and offered the younger cat a grin. "Me? Oh, I'm fine," he assured. "As for the pup, he's doing a little less fine. I heard it yapping and came to check it out, but it seems pretty hurt." There was a bit of concern in his voice as he took another step towards the dog, which offered a low growl in response. "Oh come on now, we aren't going to hurt you," he chided the creature, before focusing back to Lionpaw. "It can't stay here, but I don't know how to get it out."
- Let's kill them both - The voice appeared again in Lionpaw's mind."FOR THE 100TH TIME! WE ARE NOT GOING TO KILL ANYONE!" He started shouting as if no one was there. He soon realized that there was someone near him. "Uh...Hi, I'm Lionpaw, and I'm from DayClan. Who are you?" He asked the stranger like no one happened. "How do u think we could help him?" He asked while looking at the dog
"Oh lord," the tom meowed, his eyes wide at the sudden yelling. Was he in danger? He could probably take the kid on if it came down to it, but Pastelchaos certainly hoped it didn't come down to it. "Uh, well, I hope you don't kill anyone. That would kind of be a bummer for you to explain to Peachyboy." The DayClan leader would more than likely be relieved if Pastelchaos was no longer his problem, but Lionpaw didn't need to know that. "I'm Pastelchaos. Formerly of SwiftClan, but now I'm your new clanmate," he meowed, making sure to note that he was a DayClan warrior now. "Nice to meet ya, Lionpaw," he then meowed, trying his best to quickly move on from the strange threat. He then glanced back at the dog, taking a step forward. It let out a nervous yip, and Pastelchaos sighed. "I'm hoping that it'll let us close enough to guide it out of the territory, but if it doesn't, I guess we will have to chase it."
"Wait a second....What if this is a trap." Lionpaw told Pastelchaos."Dogs might not be as dumb ad we think?" It was pretty suspicious for a dog not to be near a two legs, plus this dog is pretty clean and all." Ik it sounds stupid but i thing the dog is planning something" Lionpaw meowed, before looking at him
A ... trap? Pastelchaos still didn't really know what the apprentice was on about, but the tom couldn't help but smile. "Between you and I, I've battled worse than this dude," he meowed with a bit of a laugh. Pastelchaos had a tendency to not take things very seriously, whihc was a running theme that had brought him to DayClan after he may or may not have poisoned someone by accident. He was about to say something else when the dog took a running start towards them. The creature knocked into the warrior, sending him skittering back.
"Hey kid, I guess you were right," the tom chirped, a little breathless from being knocked over. His eyes never left the dog, though, and his claws slashed at its face wildly. "Maybe you should get out of here, kid. I don't want you getting hurt," he then continued as the dog lunged again, leaving Pastelchaos's shoulder a little bloody from its teeth.
Lionpaw wasn't ready for the dog to attack yet. "To run? Hah, that would be against my rule!" As the apprentice said that, the dog headbutted him. "I....I wasn't ready for t-that " Lionpaw said before fainting.-I guess it is my turn. Finally some action! - The voice in his head said full of excitement. He suddenly got on his feet, but his eyes were closed. Something was off about him in that moment. He started moving towards the dog, as his fur started floating. He opened his eyes, that were now blue instead of yellow, and let out a scream, before a yellow beam of light hit him and made his fur turn from brown to yellow, and his stripes from black to orange. He looked with a smirk at the dog, then at Pastelchaos. "I think you should run" Lionpaw said mocking the tom. His voice was changed. You could still hear Lionpaw's voice, but it was.... different in a way.
"Oh, what the hell?" the tom meowed, his eyes widening at the sudden transformation of the cat. Pastelchaos had come from SwiftClan; he'd never seen an elemental, let alone knew what one was. He was quick to ensure he didn't get wrapped up in the politics of the other clans, which meant that he was woefully underprepared for this interaction. What on earth was going on? And why did it make the furs on the back of his neck rise in excitement? Over the last six moons, his life had gotten woefully boring without Peachblush, and this was probably the most excitement he'd seen in a long time.
This was about to get interesting.
"Run? And miss this?" he then meowed, his whiskers twitching in excitement. Whatever was going to happen, he wanted to see it, if only to tell Peach that he wasn't the craziest cat in the clan. He then found himself taking a swing at the dog, but in the last moment, the dog turned around and latched its teeth on his arm. A soft snap sounded, and the tom's eyes widened. That... wasn't good, and pain flooded through his gaze. Maybe he should have run.
"Dumb cat... You should of left while you had the chance" Lionpaw said, looking menacing. He then looked at the dog and smiled. "Take this!" Lionpaw said before dashing at the dog. The young apprentice head bashed the dog's forehead, then a crack sound could of been heard, and then the dog falling. "Hmph, I should of hit it harder... Unfortunately it is still alive" he sighed. The tom turned to the injured warrior, smiling. "Hmm, what should I do with you?" Lionpaw said making fun of Pastelchaos. "Maybe you should get out of here" The yellow tom mimicked the warrior's words, making fun of him
If the tom feared for his life, perhaps he would have winced at the display of brutality. However, Pastelchaos was never one known for self-preservation, and hadn't felt an ounce of fear in his whole life. So, instead, he just watched, his eyes wide as the dog crashed to the ground. This was not how he expected his day to turn out, it turned out.
"What should you do with me?" he meowed, his tone incredulous. What did this cat mean what would he do with him? "Look, guy, I... certainly appreciate your company and all, and I appreciate that you've taken care of the problem, but maybe this would be a good time to, I don't know, take a walk, meditate, somethin', because I assure you, doing anything to me other than telling me I'm pretty is going to ... spark some issues."
"Ha! Spark some issues? Oh noo, you going to tell your bestie Peachy that the bad apprentice hurt you... Ha!" Lionpaw moved closer to the warrior, slightly kicking his injured paw." Oh, I'm sorry...Did that hurt?"The apprentice said before kicking him again. His eyes turned back to blue, and out of a sudden, everything went back to normal, his fur wasn't floating anymore, his colours were back to normal, and his voice too. "W-what happened..." He said before noticing the wounded Pastelchaos before him. "Are you okay?! Where did the dog go?!" He asked, not knowing what happened
At each kick, the tom's friendly appearance was subsumed, replaced by a molten, raging frenzy (although, of course, his frenzies were nothing like whatever was going on here. Sure, he'd storm off, but Pastelchaos was barely the size of an apprentice and he knew that he'd just be embarrased if he was a fighter. Plus, what fun was being a fighter, when being a lover was just so much more entertaining.) Apparently, watching a cat with inhuman strength crack the skull of a dog with little to no issue was enough to kick start what little sense of self-preservation he had.
"What do you mean what happened?" Incredulousness cloaked the tom's voice. "Are all of you psychotic here?" He paused for a moment to laugh, although the laugh was angry. "And to think, he was concerned about me," he then muttered to himself. At least he was predicatbly chaotic. Cats knew exactly what they were going to get when they interacted with him. This apprentice? Not only was he explosive, but he was explicitly murderous. And now Lionpaw planned on pretending none of that happened? Pastelchaos let out a snarl. Anger was not something that normally fell upon the tom's visage; he was generally chill and easy going, but he hadn't been kidding when he said it would spark some issues. All of the amusement that had once looped in his gaze was gone, and the tom bore his teeth at the apprentice as he stood, his weight unevenly distributed between his four feet. Just as Lionpaw had transformed, it appeared that so did Pastelchaos: from friendly, casual observer to furious. "Get the hell away from me, kid." he growled lowly, his claws unsheathed in defense. He didn't want to beat the daylights out of a child, Pastelchaos didn't enjoy physical altercations even when he wasn't half sure his foot was broken, but beneath all of the tom's pomp and circumstance, he carried a pride and arrogance, one that didn't take an attack lying down. "Now."
"Is something the matter, Pastelchaos?" Peachstar padded towards them, a frown on his face. He'd only caught the last few sentences of what Pastelchaos had said, but it sounded like Lionpaw had had another one of his...episodes. Peachstar had been wondering just when to inform the Tom about that. Better to get it over with quickly, he supposed. "Lionpaw? Pastelchaos? Either of you, care to explain?"
"I would also like to know what happened...." The apprentice said. "I think it happened again" He said as he looked at Peachstar." Wait, wasn't here a dog just a while ago? Where did it go?" He asked Pastelchaos
"Stop gaslighting me! How would you not know what just happened?" he meowed with deeply narrowed eyes, before he took a deep breath. He was supposed to be on his best behavior, and now Peach was here, so if he wasn't, there could be consequences.
"I was minding my own business playing with a puppy. I had gotten it in here and I was planning on chasing it out, so that DayClan didn't, you know, have a dog running lose." Pastelchaos was being awfully huffy. "I was being a good warrior. And then the kid comes, and I tell him he should probably get out of here so he doesn't get hurt, next thing I know, there's light, the kid becomes a violent freakshow, cracks the skull of my friend Mr. Barks A Lot, and then repeatedly kicked the foot he just watched the dog break like an jerk." His voice rose with each sentence as he became more and more frustrated. After finishing the tirade, the small tom let out a sigh, crumbling back to the ground to nurse his paw. Although most things were Pastelchaos' fault, he was going to refuse to let anyone say this was his doing.
"Did he do all of that?" -Did you do all of that?- He asked both Pastelchaos and the voice inside his head.-I might of gotten a bit too far -. The voice answers. *sigh* "I'm sorry Pastelchaos, but i truly do not remember what happened. You see, when I'm in danger, something comes to the surface, and i can't control it". The apprentice said. "And when I get the control again, i don't remember anything"
Peachstar sighed. "It's alright, Lionpaw," he said, "it must have been a very stressful moment for it to happen like that." He turned to Pastelchaos. "Yes, this sort of...thing does happen with Lionpaw sometimes. In his defense, we are working on it, but....Well. Things happen." He was perhaps a bit more casual about Pastelchaos's ordeal than most cats would be. Whether that was because he was used to Lionpaw or he just didn't like Pastelchaos that much was unclear, even to Peachstar himself.
Peachstar flicked an ear. "Hey, I have an idea. Pastelchaos, you joined DayClan as a way of redeeming yourself for your past wrongs at SwiftClan, correct? What if I gave you the task of helping Lionpaw with his, um, urges? And offered you a promotion to a higher social class if you put the work in? Of course, Lionpaw would have to agree..."
"Are you comforting him right now?" Pastelchaos meowed, voice aghast. He could feel his blood pressure rise to a level that it had never risen before. If there was ever a time that the tom wanted to be violent, it was now. He could feel the pull to smack Peachstar upside the head and demand if he was even hearing himself right now. "In his defense?????????" His claws came out instinctively, although that sent a shooting pain up his arm. Most definitely broken.
"Let me get this straight, you think sticking me with a homicidal freakshow of a child is the appropriate way to make me repay my debt to society? You want me to mentor the little brat? I'm sorry, Peachyboy, you must really have lost your mind if you think that is a good idea. Aren't you the one who told me that you were never allowing me around children again?" Pastelchaos was still hurt about that, and it was always tempting for him to rub it in that his kid had ended up hurt in a situation completely unrelated to him despite the leader's persistence that Pastelchaos had put the kittens in unreasonable danger the day he babysat (which, to this day, he still professed that because no one got hurt, it shouldn't matter). He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, blowing it slowly out of his nose, screwing a tight smile on his face.
When his eyes opened, they were devoid of emotion. "I mean, sure, Peachstar," he meowed, each word slow and painful sounding. "I can't imagine a single way that pairing me," a sociopath, he thought about adding, both because he thought it was probably true and because he was nearly certain that's what Peachstar thought he was, "with a cat who gets madder than wild pack of dogs going after a cat could go wrong."
There were plenty of ways that this could go very wrong.
He then turned to Lionpaw. His eye twitched aggressively as he spoke. "So what'll it be, kid? Let me... help you with.... whatever it is that's wrong with you?"
"Umm.... Alright i guess. If you are fine with it then okay" He knew that Pastelchaos didn't like him. -Hey bud, we need to work together on this.- He said to the voice. There was no answer. "Um... I can try to summon him if you would like that..."
