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He burst upright, out of breath and thinking thank god it was only a dream — and then he realised he was out of camp, in the middle of the night, lying on grass so damp with dew his entire back was soaked through, and Peachstar and Pastelchaos were unconscious on either side of him. Snug as a bug in a rug.
“Have we been asleep for a WEEK?” he exclaimed in exasperation, throwing his head back to the cold stars and squeezing his eyes shut. “This can’t keep happening! What is going ON in DayClan?!”
Pastelchaos had been nestled into Rosy, the side of his head resting on his shoulder innocently. It wasn't often that Pastelchaos looked innocent (it wasn't often that he was innocent), but when he slept he looked almost angelic. His sleeping bliss was disrupted, though, by the sound of the scream. His eyelids fluttered open in confusion, immediately pulling away from the yelling cat.
"Whadderya yammerin' on about, Rosy?" he meowed tiredly, rolling over lazily. "Whatdya mean, a week? Just go back to bed," he meowed, before closing his own eyes dismissively.
"More tea, Thane?" he winked at his mate, who was sitting across the table from him. They sat in the middle of a meadow of flowers of every colour, and at the centre of it all, a beautiful cherry blossom tree. Petals fell from the branches and danced delicately in the breeze; one landed on Thane's nose, and Peachstar laughed as the other tom scowled and scrunched up his nose.
"You've really outdone yourself this time, Peach," he said, eyes crossed as he tried to get a good look at the blossom petal. "I mean, it's kinda hard to pick up these teacups without opposable thumbs, but that's hardly your fault."
Peachstar chuckled and handed Thane a kettle. "You think I'm ready to host a tea party for all of SpringClan?"
"More than ready," Thane nodded. He got out of his seat and padded over to Peachstar, planting a delicate kiss on his mate's forehead. "You're a wonderful leader to them, Peach."
Unfortunately Thane was dead, as was everyone else Peachstar had ever loved. And so he remained asleep.
“Wow this is tragic,” Rosy said, snapping up Peachstar’s dream with one of those 1980s projection screen things that hang down the wall and you can snap them up so they roll up really quickly towards the ceiling, but as he did so the projector kept running except now it was projexcing Peachstar’s dream over him ins te ad so his ginger fur was just dovered in a sad dead gay picnic of the last time Prachstar was ever happy.
When he realized the film was rolling, Pastelchaos suddenly became very awake. He watched intently, offering a "Hey!" when Rosy turned it off. "First ya wake me up, then you stop the movie. It was just getting to the good part," he complained. He then looked at Peachstar. "Mornin, captain," he meowed casually. "Rosy is in some sort of mood this morning," he explained. "I'd say he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but he woke up between us, so that's not possible."
