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"And I'm telling you, the edge of a cliff is not an appropriate place to host a picnic for a bunch of kits!" Peachblush's voice echoed off the walls of the SwiftClan camp, growing louder and louder with each passing minute. When he'd entrusted Pastelchaos to look after his adopted kits for a weekend, he'd told him that having a picnic or something would be fine. He hadn't thought Pastelchaos would take them to the edge of a fifty-foot drop.
"This was the exact thing I told you not to do!" It was rare to see the mild-mannered tom this angry, eyes glazed and bloodshot and fur raised. By now his voice was disturbing the other Clan members, some of whom were looking in on their argument to see what all the fuss was about. "What the hell is wrong with you, Pastelchaos?!"
The small tom looked a little disheveled. Peachblush had been yelling at him for ... probably the last four minutes. Granted, he'd ignored most of it. It was just so easy, it wasn't like Peachblush had said anything more than Pastelchaos you're an idiot. Well, maybe he hadn't said that explicitly but he was quite positive that that was the underlying assumption behind his lecture.
"Look, first of all, I told them not to tell you. How am I going to be the fun uncle if you raised a bunch ' o snitches?" He gave Peachblush an innocent smile, before he licked his chest. Applekit had been the one to walk right up to her dad and out the adventure. Crusty little kit was now on his bad side, if Pastelchaos had a bad side.
"And second of all, no one died. I even probably tried to get them to go closer to the edge, but just so you know, your kids are kind of babies. No one even wanted to come close to the edge, even though the view was truly breathtaking out there. I don't know about you, but for me, there's a rush that comes with watching the sunset from a height like that. It's beautiful, not that any of the kids would know." He let out a sigh. "But, that aside, no one died, no one got hurt, I don't see the problem, buddy o' mine."
"I'm not just]angry about the picnic, you imbecile," Peachblush seethed, "I'm angry at your selfishness! You drag people along in your harebrained schemes that you're addicted to because of the crippling dopamine shortage in your pea-sized brain, and you have no regard for their wellbeing! You think your particular brand of chaos and anarchy can solve every little problem in the world and if someone takes issue with it then suddenly the problem is with them and nothing at all to do with the fact that you're a complete psychopath! You have no sense of self-preservation, no manners, you contribute absolutely nothing to SwiftClan whatsoever and I hope you die on the way to the next territory!"
Peachblush's chest was heaving after he'd finished, eyes wild and glazed over with some unreadable emotion. But he hadn't gotten rid of all his anger yet, and in what would likely to prove to be one of the lowest moments of his life, he picked up the vole he'd been eating before Pastelchaos had approached him and flung it at the tom; unfortunately his rage had screwed with his sense of aim, and the vole went sailing past Pastelchaos and landed right against the side of Silverstreak's head with a dull thud.
pLuto how's that for a cue why does every thread in swiftclan turn into something chaotic like this
After he had left MoonClan after the takeover of a new leader he couldn't support, he went in search of a new group of cats. Perhaps, some that were more reasonable. His travels unexpectedly brought him into SwiftClan territory and into contact with cats he didn't recognize, drawing closer to the sound of voices. They sounded angry, but from what he could, not filled with malice or any ill-intent like the other cats he had encountered on his travels. He tried to conflict, if at all possible.
As he drew closer, Silverstreak felt the weight of something heavy and cold rebound off of his head.
What was that?
He looked puzzled for a moment, before he looked around himself. To the right of his front, lie the corpse of. Of all the things that could have happened, a vole hitting him was not something he would have expected. Looking in the direction the prey hit him from, he saw that were two cats. Assuming they were the same two who the voices belonged to, he picked up the vole and carried it over to them and dropped it. "I believe this is one of yours," he meowed looking between the two of them.
Peachblush's shoulders sagged as the other tom approached--a cat he didn't recognise. A cat he didn't recognise. Not an uncommon occurrence for him in SwiftClan, given that Peachblush was away from the Clan often, but still something he noted. "Now look what you made me do," Peachblush growled, taking the vole back with sullen look. "Once again dragging some poor random cat into a conflict he didn't need to be involved in. You've probably lost count by now, haven't you Pastelchaos?"
That insult actually stung a little bit. Sure, he probably had a dopamine depletion, but Pastelchaos had always just chalked it up to a mild depression. Felt a little rude to use that against him, but he guessed he couldn't argue the other tom was wrong persay, just loud. When Peachblush said that he hoped that he would die on the next trip, though, he couldn't hide the way that his face, which had been twisted into his normal grin, fell. Was he serious? Did Pastelchaos really contribute nothing? Better off dead? The words, he knew, would sit with him longer than he wanted them to.
"My psychopathy status is a matter of personal opinion. You know what?" he meowed, his voice changed slightly. "You know what? Other people find me lovely and if you don't well then you can go to hell, Peachblush." No matter how much he tried to sound intimidating, though, the anger in his voice was slightly sad.
It was then that Peachblush chucked the prey at someone else, which quickly changed his mood. Yes, yes, chaos was exactly what he needed to regain his general disposition. He tapped his paws in excitement, any sadness now gone. "Me? That's my fault you threw that at him? Seems like you're the psychopath now, Peachy my dear. For once I didn't start it." He offered a wink, before turning to the other cat.
"Hi, I'm Pastelchaos. That's Peachblush. He's normally less pissy but he's apparently having a bad day today."
It was rather surprising how friendly the two of them were, considering he was a stranger. They both had similar smells so they must have been from the same group or clan. "Hello," he greeted with a slight dip of his head. "I am Silverstreak. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you happen to know where I am?" He wasn't sure where he was going to end up, but it would hurt to know his location, just in case he might need that information in the future.
"Hell," Peachblush said through gritted teeth. "Or at least, that's where I am. Most cats would call it SwiftClan--you know, that place where they just let anyone in," he said, with a pointed glance at Pastelchaos. "I thought you looked unfamiliar. This must be a very pleasant first impression of the Clan for you."
"Well, you don't have to be rude about it," he meowed with narrowed eyes at Peachblush. He turned to Silverstreak with an apologetic shrug. "Peachy over here can be a bit melodramatic. Sure, we do let everyone in, but that's part of our charm. Gotta have at least a couple of screw ups to make the rest of us look good. It ain't that bad here, though, as long as you can tolerate Mr. Grumpy Pants over here, which does get trying, I will have to admit," he purred with his own sideways glance at his... friend? He wasn't really sure what to call their unique arrangement of Pastelchaos smiling innocently at the tom every time he got on his nerves, which apparently was a lot.
Silverstreak offered an apologetic smile to Peachblush. "My apologies. I was just traveling through here before, you know, I was attacked by a dead vole. But SwiftClan, you say? I can't say I've ever heard of that." He described it as "Hell", but it mustn't be all that bad if its called a "clan". His attention turned to Peachblush who spoke next. "I see, I see..." he meowed, considering the tom's words. "Well it doesn't sound any worse than the situation I left not too long ago. Oh that reminds me, the actual reason I'm here is I heard angry sounding voices. This may come off as an odd question to ask but is there something going on between you two?"
Silverstreak was a problem solver at heart, no matter who or what it was. If he saw that there was an issue, he did his best to try to resolve it.
"There is a minor personal issue, yes." Peachblush wrapped his tail neatly over his paws, so tightly that he could almost feel it cutting off the circulation. "I gave Pastelchaos permission to take my kits out on a picnic in my absence. What I did not give him permission to do was to host said picnic--how did you phrase it yourself, Pastelchaos? Right on the edge of a cliff? And you held them out over the site of it dramatically and sang a 'majestic' song about it?"
He turned his gaze onto Pastelchaos. Here, he had to choose his words carefully considering he was nothing more than a passing stranger. He would rather avoid conflict if possible and it be two against one because of slipup in language. "Is that really what you did?" he asked. "That doesn't seem like a fair way to treat kits, especially ones that aren't your own."
"Hey, we didn't sing," he meowed with narrowed eyes. "I don't sing. Unless you want me to, in which case, I could probably share my skills. You probably don't want me to, though," he meowed with a wink. Clearly, he still wasn't taking this super seriously.
He then turned to Silverstreak. "Pastelchaos is kind of dramatic. We just had a picnic on the edge. I may or may not have encouraged them to look, but I only dangled Applekit, and that's because she's crusty and kind of annoying." Was that wrong to say about a kit? Probably, but Pastelchaos was still bitter that she told her father. "We had a good time, and no one even got hurt, so I think that counts as a success, right? Peachy-boo is just a little bum hurt that he didn't think of that spot for a picnic himself."
"You're right, I didn't think of it as a picnic spot because I'm not a complete maniac!" Peachblush spat. "Those kits are the closest--the closest thing I have left to a proper family--and I trusted you to not do anything that might get them killed! If I lost one of them, then....then I..." He trailed off and stared at the ground, jaw tense. "I don't know what I would do."
For a moment, Pastelchaos allowed himself to be a little less self-absorbed. Seeing Peachblush get that look in his eye was kind of sad, like a kicked puppy kind of sad, sad enough that for the briefest of moments he calmed down a bit. "You know I wouldn't have actually let anything happen to them, right?" Sure, he'd scare them half to death, but he wouldn't have dropped them or anything, right?
Silverstreak watched silently as the two cats conversed as this appeared to be beyond his understanding, especially coming from the point of view of an outsider. For the most part, they seemed to be figuring out their differences anyway.
