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"Well this is awkward," the medicine cat apprentice meowed as he stared up at the sky from the hole in the ground that he'd fallen in. Had he really gained that much weight that he could fall through the ground? He gave himself a quick once over. Maybe he'd put on a little bit of fluff now that spring was in full bloom, but it wasn't that bad, he decided with a slight sigh. He then glanced back up at the hole. With a twitch of his whiskers, he tried one last time to jump up, but his skidded down the side just as fast as he jumped. Of course, it couldn't be that easy. With a huff, the tom sat down. He supposed there was nothing he could do but wait until someone stumbled across him.
Rosy had been staring up at the sky, because an asteroid was heading straight for DayClan territory. It was just burning up there in the sky, a bright orange, flaming mass on course to collide with the camp within the hour. Already things were feeling hot; the top leaves of the trees were rustling in the stressed out breeze and the ground was already starting to sizzle. I wasn't actually there when the dinosaurs went extinct, but I imagine the ground sizzled. The asteroid may actually end up being the size of a tennis ball, but from this distance, it looked massive - truly massive.
"Huh," Rosy said to himself, neck still craned to look at the burning rock in the sky that was moving at 20 million intergalactic miles. He was walking slowly backwards - and then, suddenly, there was no more ground. He plopped down beside his apprentice, not taking his eyes off the sky for a second; it was like he'd hardly noticed he'd just fallen into a pit, but he had. "That's an asteroid, isn't it?" he said to his apprentice close beside him - so close they were pressed against each other in the gathering heat of the asteroid, because this pit was Pastelchaos-sized, which was to say, very small - with his eyes still glued to the sky. He sounded very chill with the situation, in a kind of vague, gently calm way. He raised his paw, with some difficulty against all the fluff, to shield his eyes and squint. "Or a meteor. Or a meteorite. I still don't really know the difference. 'Really' - I don't know the difference at all. But I think it's generally bad."
Pastelchaos watched it happen in slow motion. He saw Rosy get close to the edge, but by the time the medicine cat apprentice had actually tried to call out to warn him that he was about to fall right on top of him, it was already too late. Down Rosy went. If Pastelchaos was not super fond of being in the hole by himself, he was even less fond of sharing the small space with his mentor. As the tom plummeted on top of him, the old man let out a strangled "ooph." Rosy was lucky he had landed just right, or his sudden appearance would probably have thrown out his hip. Instead, he was just left without with the wind being knocked out of him.
"Back in my day, cats respected personal space," the tom grumbled, even though he was quite sure that Rosy hadn't meant to come join him in this ever so comfy hole in the ground. He then blinked a few times, before realizing what the other had said. He'd been so preoccupied with trying to get out of the pit that he hadn't even noticed it. Now, his gaze was locked on it.
"Well, I can't imagine a rock shooting at us from the sky is particularly good," he then meowed with a slight twitch. "Actually, I think it's generally earth-shattering. Guess I always wanted to experience what that weird amphibian and mammal ancestor did when they died smashed together in that hole that the scientists found." There was a hint of truth to his otherwise sardonic comment: he did always want to go out in a blaze of glory, although this is not what he expected.
"Do you think there's anything we can do, or should we just cuddle until the world caves in?" he then asked, his whiskers twitching at his gallows humor. All the while, the meteor was coming closer and closer.
Back in my day, cats respected personal space. "Man, I've seen you nose-deep in the dirty bedding the apprentices clear out of Peachstar's den, tryna get a whiff of him." Guess I always wanted to experience what that weird amphibian and mammal ancestor did when they died smashed together in that hole that the scientists found. Rosy, who, if he could, would have been a flat-Earther with absolutely no education about anything before Biblical times, turned his head (with great difficulty; his fur made a metal-on-metal screeching sound as he scraped it against Pastelchaos' fur and the dirt side of the pit) to gape at him in terror. "The WHAT?" he exclaimed, in a thick, pleading voice, like he was a child who'd just watched a horror movie for the first time and was begging his parent to tell him the creatures weren't real. "What do you mean the amphibian and mammal ancestor? What's an AMPHIBIAN?" His mouth was down-turned and open, his eyes wide with innocent abject fear.
... or should we just cuddle until the world caves in? Rosy sighed and, again with great difficult, drew his paw up to wrap it close around his apprentice. "Cuddling is always the answer," he said sadly, and watched as death approached. The meteor drew closer. The world around them began to burn up. It turned from yellow, to orange, to red — the heat grew hotter and hotter, as heat is wont to do — Rosy turned his head again to look at Pastelchaos — he opened his mouth to say 'I love you'—
Rosyclementine gasped awake. It was pitch black. Night-time. The air was cool and fresh and everywhere around him, crickets chirped peacefully. He looked around and saw Pastelchaos lying beside him, still unconscious. This place was like DayClan — he recognised it — but... older. Much older. More... primal. He blinked, just beginning to catch his breath—
A low, echoing moaning filled the valley, sounding like it came from a creature a hundred feet tall. Rosy twisted around to look behind him, still half-lying upon the dewy grass, just as a giant, scaled leg appeared from the trees. It lumbered across the ground, joined by three other huge legs as thick as trees and a long, whipping tail, its top half hidden by the thick, lush canopy and vegetation. Now that he thought of it, the air smelled strange. It felt strange. Damp. Humid. Full of... oxygen. Around 50% more than the air in modern DayClan had. It was super-charged with oxygen. The moaning came again, this time like a high trumpeting. And just then, a dozen more of the huge creatures crashed their way through the trees and lumbered past, fully surrounding Pastelchaos and Rosyclementine as they moved through the forest. It was a herd. Rosy began to scream in blind panic, ignoring how peaceful and beautiful the scene really was.
"Don't act like you don't fawn over him just as much as I do," he huffed, slightly embarrassed by the call out. If he wanted to be as close as he could to the leader, that was his business, not his mentors. As Rosy continued to respond in distress, Pastelchaos blinked a few time. "Amphibian. Like frog. Salamander. They're kinda slimy, live half in the water half in the land, somethin like that. There are approximately 8,473 different varieties of amphibian. Haven't you taken your science lessons?" Pastelchaos had a bachelors degree in science, so it made sense that he knew what he was talking about. And even if he didn't, he said it with such passion that no one would challenge him. "There's a your mama joke to be made about the mammal ancestor, but since I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her, perhaps I shouldn't insult her," he then meowed, shifting slightly in the overcrowded den.
When Rosy wrapped his arm around him, Pastelchaos relaxed slightly into his side. It would have almost been a cute moment, the two of them laying their, their furs emeshed, breathing naturally aligning between the two of them, had it not probably have been their last moments together. As the heat raged, he decided that he really didn't mind going out like this. Maybe he'd prefer it have been Peachstar, but Rosy was a suitable substitute. As the World Caves In started playing in the background, and he couldn't help but hum along as they took their last breaths...
The world went dark.
And then, just as quickly as it went dark, he felt a rumble. The earth's quiet shaking was enough to bounce him awake, even if the loud moan wasn't. "Wha-what?" he mumbled as he tried to pull himself back into conciousness. Confusion rattled through the small tom. The last he knew he was in that hole... Was this... the afterlife?
It was then that he noticed the creatures, and heard Rosy's scream. Suddenly, he was fully aware again. As the creatures grew closer, Pastelchaos had nearly the exact opposite response to them as his mentor. Instead of terror, his eyes widened with wonder. Were those....? At Classic University, he'd taken an Introduction to Evolution course, and dinosaurs had been a principle focus. He never expected to see one in the flesh, though. He was so excited that he could hardly take it - he'd be able to publish the best book. He could see it now. Pastel's Guide to Reptilian Friends: An Autoethnography would sell millions of copies. He'd be rich, and then he'd be able to quit his bum medicine cat apprentice job. But first, he had to get a better vantage point.
While Rosy chaotically floundered about, Pastelchaos found himself running over to the base of one of the prehistoric trees. Getting off of the ground would be his best bet to avoid being absolutely pummeled into a pancake by the creatures feet (are they ... called feet? dinosaur... paws? dinosaur.... toes?). Once he was at the base of it, he looked over to his mentor. "Oh, quit your yappin' and come on! The view is going to be much better up here," he yoweled, his voice mostly drown out by the loud noises. In an astounding feat of aerobics, the tom found himself on a mid-tier branch.
It had been a wonderfully productive day — they had successfully maimed and eaten a few small rodents, picked the decaying carcass of an Albertosaurus, and stolen the lunch money of a Protoceratops, and overall life was going great. Certainly nothing would ever go wrong. Almost every night, they took a stroll before settling down for bed, just to settle any lasting energy from such an exciting day (as every day was), and stepping through the prehistoric-but-not-to-them-because-they-had-no-concept-of-history trees, they hasn’t expected anything strange at all, but then — high-pitched screaming hit their ears. They looked down, and the moment they saw the small, ginger shape, they began screaming too.
“OH MY GOD THAT IS THE SMALLEST, UGLIEST GROUND SLOTH I HAVE EVER SEEN.” They shifted their weight from powerful leg to powerful leg, all giddy and excited, face gushing. Their teeth glimmered in the moonlight.
A rustle in the woods behind them gave way for their friend — only their friend, nothing more — to walk out, confused by all the screaming. “Dude,” they gave the first raptor a nudge with their weirdly-shaped arm, “you’re missing the cuddle pile. Raptathon said he would go at the bottom this time and Rapthew bets two repenomamus that he won’t wake up tomorrow morning. What’s this about ground sloths?” When their friend finally looked down and saw Rosy — Pastelchaos was out of sight because he had the sense to stay out of the way — they gave an utterly disturbed, horrified look, much different then the first raptor’s excitement.
“EW! Don’t touch it,” the first raptor leaned up from where they had crouched low to offer a claw towards the cat, “it might be diseased or something! What have I told you about approaching freaky animals in the middle of the night?”
To Rosy and Pastel, the raptors’ words would only sound like ugly, disconnected sounds — whatever sounds raptors made. Horrifying.
