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Peachstar yawned as he got himself up on all fours, heading over to the pool of water in his den. DayClan was doing about as well as one could expect after their membership was cut in half; they had patrols going, the fresh-kill pile was looking decently stocked, they'd found a new medicine cat and an apprentice, they were recruiting new members...it was all going fine. Too fine, in fact. He was still waiting for a catch.
He peered down into the water to check himself out, as he did every morning. His forehead looked fine, ears looked fine, muzzle looked...wait, what was that? Peachstar lurched forward, getting his face as close as possible to the water without dipping his nose in it. "No..." he whispered, "it can't be..."
Grey hairs. Three of them, to be precise, forming around his nose in a perfect triangle.
"No, no, no!" This couldn't be happening. Half the reason he'd been attracted to DayClan in the first place was because nobody aged. There was no time to waste. "CLAN MEETING," he shouted, zipping his way up to the Pointed Stones. "CLAN MEETING RIGHT NOW!"
Did you know that DayClan cats don't age past their physical prime? Well if you didn't, TOO LATE, because now they're back to aging normally! But, uh...is this really the biggest issue facing the Clan right now? Do the other DayClanners even care, or are they all just as vain as Peachstar? Does anyone know why everyone's started aging again? Let's find out!
Having been cleaning up around the elders den. Memoriespaw was watching the elders wondering what made them look so good at there age. she was new to the clan... not knowing much yet.
CLAN MEETING . she swung her head into the direction of Peachstars voice. Finally she got do do something exiting! Dropping the wad of leaves to the ground she bolted to the pointed stones her spine tingling with fervor.
What could it be? a fox in the territory? An enemy stealing prey? Or maybe it was a chance to raise her rank! she shuffled her paws ready for whatever her leader had to say.
As soon as he heard Peachstar shouting, Rosyclementine was out of the medicine den and front and centre beneath the Stones. He smiled up at him, perfectly, softly groomed, aside from the bits of herbs and scraps of parsley clinging to his fur, and smelling of lemons. He hadn't noticed anything wrong because he was as young and beautiful - though he would feign denial and blush and wave off such flattery if it came to him - as ever.
Midnightkit's eyes widened, curiosity always gets the best of her. What was a clan meeting like? She hadn't been in Dayclan territories for long, and she was still adjusting to the way of things. She made her way towards the larger felines who gathered near the pointed stones. She saw an apprentice, eagerly waiting for what Peachstar was going to say. Midnightkit approached the apprentice, and sat beside her.
"Cats of DayClan!" Peachstar called out, leaping up onto the Pointed Stones so quickly that he almost skidded off the edge. "I have just been alerted to a serious problem! One that may change the entire direction--the future--of our Clan! DayClan cats have started to age again!"
Melonspring, who had crawled out of the medicine cat's den during Peachstar's address, frowned. "...Okay, and?"
Blinking back up at her leader then glancing down to the kit who sat next to her, confused. "What?" she mewed back up to her leader. "Is there like a magic that is being attacked? Or..." she thought for a moment. "I- what?" She hadn't heard about any anti aging around was it real? or a folk tale?
"It is a huge problem!" the medicine cat defended Peachstar, looking over to Melonspring and gesturing to the leader frantically. "Have you seen him?— Don't answer that, you're his kid." He hung his head in his paws. "What do we do? What do we do? Oh, this is terrible. I'd rather we have the earthquakes back, and the volcanic eruptions and the twolegs and the evil elementals — anything would be better than this." He began to openly weep into his paws. "I'm going to get ugly!" As he said it, it seemed to become even realer to him and he wept harder. "ME! UGLY!" He fell to the ground and continued to sob hysterically in the dust. Clearly, only two looks-obsessed toms were the ones concerned right now. Rosy looked back up at Peachstar from where he was lying on the earth, tear tracks shining on his cheeks and his eyes wide and beseeching. "How long do we have?"
He couldn't think clearly - he'd never known what it was like to age naturally. To him, it might happen tomorrow. He might wake up and suddenly be old. This was the gravest horror that had ever faced DayClan. People would start to riot. The camp would be torn apart. This was the end of everything. He had to start stocking up; this time tomorrow he'd be fighting off his Clanmates with a stick. Loyalty meant nothing now. There was no Clan bond. There were only looks. And he would kill to protect his from these rabid fiends. "GET AWAY FROM ME," he shrieked to someone who got too close, whipping his tail away and clutching it.
Thinking to herself, it seemed like this was important to them... They did take her in... Plus Peachstar is her mentor, she didn't want to let her down. Memoriespaw thought hard... "Is, is there something that can be done about it?" She wondered if there was a way to help them look younger, maybe an herb or.... "Maybe like, a spa day? Or how does a... F-fur mask?" she didn't sound very sure in her suggestions but she couldn't think of anything else.
"is like... Starclan mad at us? Are we supposed to do a quest?" she thought about some of the stories the elders had told her when she first got here. Memoriespaw thought about it, what did SHE look like, she hadn't stopped to think about it before.
Butterflyglass had been out since the early morning, watching from just afar as the ducks splashed around in their pond, admiring their feathers, listening to their sounds, counting each spring-time baby duck she could see. As she left, waltzing her way back to camp with such laze and serenity, contrasting the growing chaos in camp. She took the time to dig up the duck carcass she had buried some time ago, marked by a stick and a few rocks that mircaculously hadn't been moved, moving the dirt only to find bones in its place. It was perfect. She took as many as she could carry.
Walking into camp with the same step she had before, eyes lidded and calm, she blinked curiously at the crowd.
"Now what's happened here," her smile didn't match the situation, and she all but danced and sang towards them, looking around with a wide, expected (slightly confused, still) look. Her blinking quickened, becoming urgent.
In Rosy's mind, the camp was on fire and everyone was screaming. As it was, it was only him sobbing on the ground and Peachstar getting OLD. "We're all gonna be ugly!" he wailed to Butterflyglass, without any further elaboration, only moving his head slightly so his muzzle poked free of his paws. Then he turned it again and went back to sobbing, face hidden in his fur.
Maybe like, a spa day? Or how does a... F-fur mask? "Yes!" he exclaimed, suddenly sitting upright; his cheeks were covered in sand from where it had clung to the tears. He turned to Memoriespaw and pointed at her, foreleg outstretched. "YES! THIS is the kind of thinking DayClan needs! A spa day! I love spa days. Oh, we can do a full facial scrub to leech out all the impurities, do some aromatherapy so we can all smell like peaches for a few days," he sat on his hindlegs and began to stroke his soft fur as he talked, all his tearfulness gone and the crisis forgotten as he drifted into talk of self-care. He continued to babble on, voice calm and dreamy, eyes glazed over as he smiled at the treetops over the camp.
Peachstar started pacing back and forth on the rock. "Yes. Good thinking, Memoriespaw. I knew I picked a good apprentice. Quick, someone write all these ideas down!"
Sunnygaze stroked a paw over Rosyclementine's back. "There there, Rosy. Young, hot-blooded toms like us don't have to worry about anything. It's the boomers like Peachstar who really need to start brainstorming."
Melonspring heaved himself over to Butterflyglass. "DayClan's territory's anti-aging magic is gone all of a sudden," he explained. "Personally, I didn't even know we had that kind of thing. I thought it was just that all the elders died off in the winter or something."
Butterflyglass couldn't believe a word she was hearing — except, she did, she just found it ridiculous. Anti-aging, how pitiful, for the most wonderful thing in life was the passage of time. She blinked again and attempted to wipe the dumbfounded look off of her face. We're all gonna be ugly! Wincing, she spoke quietly, almost under her breath, "well. . . copper isn't a very flattering colour, I'm sure you'll do fine."
She looked down at Melonspring. "I'm not sure what the problem is — I was under the impression everybody aged?" Butterfly stared down at herself suddenly, patted the fur on her face. "Have I not aged? Have I not been aging this whole time? How long's this magic been gone?"
"Am I the OooOOOooOOoONLY one who knew about our anti-ageing magic?" Rosy exploded, looking around in frantic hysteria at his Clanmates. "Did no one find it suspicious that Glowstar led for, like, eight years and never stopped being smoking? Like, I get that most of us weren't even born for most of it, no offence Peach," he glanced at him, "but, like, are you all really just so STUPID? No one thought, huh, that guy in MoonClan or whatever's getting wrinkles and I still look like an apprentice? Did you just think it was the air? The water? Now you're ALL going to be ugly!" He spun around and collapsed back towards Sunnygaze, who had been in DayClan the whole time, sobbing into his paws, now more out of frustration than grief. He was coming to terms with his fate.
Until Butterflyglass said her thing about copper not being flattering. He spun back around and closed the distance between them. "HUH?" he asked, all up in her face. He was starting the Purge; who cared anymore? Time was running out. Why not act on impulses and start fights. "Ohohoho, 'least I'm not a CALICO." His voice was a shriek and he rose up on his back paws for a second on the last word, limbs flailing.
Throwing her paws into the air the small she-cat mewed loudly, "OKAY, okay that's enough!" geese she was supposed to be the apprentice here. "you are both very beautiful cats!" what where some good compliments she could use to help, she thought for a quick second, " Rosyclementine, your coppery fur is very pretty, it looks very nice in the setting sun, and so is Butterflyglass's!" she batted at the medicine cats paws trying to get her to lower them.
