Panic, Scythepaw, Pripyat

[Bristle + War]

[Not a real fight, just a massacre of NPCs 8D]

Panic jumped left. Panic jumped right.
Panic jumped everywhere, bouncing off kitties here and there, claws unsheathed, leaving a path of blood.
Watching a maniac fight wasn't a bad thing, now was it? "Scythepaaw! Pripyaat!" he called excitedly, tripping a wound-up, screeching apprentice as he did so. "Sorry, love," he hissed, grinning. The little she-cat shrieked and ran away in the other direction. Panic glanced around, a bit agitatedly. Now where were his friends? Barbwire was probably off fighting Soulless.

But Panic was bored; he wanted to take down some stupidclanners. Boneclan and Duskclan - maybe not even them - were the only strong clan. Well the only clan that weren't complete wussy idiots.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

"Pan-ic!"

A voice sang out, darkly gleeful. A black tom materialized beside Panic, blue-eyed and blood-smudged, his teeth bared in a manic grin. And he was in fine high spirits, despite the cuts on his face and shoulders.
Pripyat clipped his teeth together. "Enjoying yourself?" he meowed, dancing lightly from one paw to another, his tail curling.

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[Warpath]

In this game you wager your life...

Scythepaw had been sprinting after Pripyat when she heard Panic's call. Skidding to a stop, she swung her head around to look for him. Spotting him a little ways off, she kicked her paws into a sprint again, coming to a stop just inches from his nose.

"You shouted," she said, smirking at him.

[Runner]

Crimsonblade slipped towards them, the sliver of a moon casting next to no light. Her long black fur made her almost melt into the night, her orange eyes gleaming like twin stars, as she padded up and sat next to them.
"What? You didn't invite me?" she meowed with a smile, showing bright sharp teeth.

[Bristle + War]

Now this kitty was a newcomer to Panic.
"Uh...Hi?" he mewed, then turned to the other two cats. His gaze drifted over all of them, and finally he said, "Ladies...Pripyat...Let's go kill!" He yowled triumphantly.
He jumped after that little she-cat who was afraid of him and caught her by the tail. "Bye, pretty," he hissed, and slashed her shoulder. Of course he didn't intend to kill her...just yet. Just have some fun.

[Runner]

Crimsonblade smiled, circling a large TreeClan tom. The TreeClan tom circled her as well. Crimsonblade hunched her shoulders and walked gingerly, making her appearance delicate, fragile, like a dried leaf. The tom leapt, but his claws would never reach her pelt. Quick and deadly, Crimsonblade's forepaws shot out, claws unsheathed, and slashed his throat. The tom lay on the ground, blood leaking to the ground. His eyes glazed over in fear as Crimsonblade stalked up. She slashed her claws down his belly. She would leave him to bleed to death. His bile would leak into his blood, poisoning his blood with his own innards.

[Warpath]

See my poker face, feel the tension, your life is my hands...

Scythepaw was thrilled by the words. Off she ran, matching pace with Panic easily. Pripyat was sure to take matters into his own paws, but she could have plenty of fun with the younger tom. She laughed at the silly she-kit who '"freaked out" at Panic's slash. Such a foolish, pathetic excuse for a forest warrior. The young murderess raced into the fray with her friends. Let's cause a panic attack...

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

No! Let's start a RIOT!

Pripyat's blue eyes are narrow and fierce. He laughed a wild, manic laugh, the points of his sharp teeth glinting hard and white against his black lips.

A black and white tom crept through the fray, his fur standing up in fear. He wanted so badly to be brave enough to fight for his Clan...but he was so scared. The sight of blood made him sick.
He registered movement and turned.
He screamed.

Pripyat rushed the tom, and in a flash of teeth the StoneClanner staggered and fell in a spray of blood.
Pripyat leaped over the body of his victim, his blood splashed across his face.
He grinned.

Ah, how fun it was to be at the right hand of the devil.

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