Insanity Has a Name *OPEN*

[Miss Midnight||]

White fangs glossed with crimson blood chewed frantically, biting and gnawing. The loner Phobia was chewing on his own forearm, it was no longer bleeding but blood was all over his den. He was going crazy not having anything to kill, so he decided enough was enough, and that’s how he began gnawing on his forearm. At first it was just like biting fleas off your pelt, but then he sank his teeth deeper and kept chewing on himself. It wasn’t down to the bone, but a few more bites and he would’ve been. Phobia stopped, his breathing was the only sound now. His amber pools were as wide as ever, and one was twitching. The massive tortoiseshell tom sat down and curled his tail around his forepaws, the chewed up forearm could be clearly seen.

[Hatchey]

nocturne yelled who owns this place

[spellbound]

A sleak black she~cat watched from the root she was on. Her dark eyes where wide with amazement."What an insane cat!"She thought. Her tail lashed back and forth as she watched another cat walk up. She crouched low as it approached and yowled. It was Nocturne."This isn't going to end well, that other cat is going to shred Nocturne apart."Nocturne wasn't her friend so she didn't take to time to warn him. She wanted to see what the other loner was going to do to Nocturne.

[Miss Midnight||]

Phobia’s eyes caught the newcomer’s pelt, burning into it like an inferno. That would be me. The massive tom's voice cracked. He flicked his tail wildly, this is it. He howled in his mind, a smile of bloody fangs curved on his maw.

[Hatchey]

who would me be? nocturne asked rudely

[Miss Midnight||]

Aha ha. Wouldn’t a lowly cat like yourself want to know. He pointed out, amber eyes flashing hungrily. He took a few steps towards the loner and sat again, flicking his tail.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Silent, a soundless flickering of darkness, black eyes surveyed. The spark of life within the iris, the tiny dot of reflected light, was the only thing that showed the movement of two dark orbs. Shadow held still, watching from the underbrush. He waited for a moment to step out, show his large, muscular, black form. He could stay still, stay unnoticed. After all, the only difference between his pelt and the surroundings was that his fur was several shades more light-less than the night itself. The moon cast glimmering rays down through the forest canopy, but none seemed to glint off of Shadow's well-groomed coat. He took in the scene, wondering who in the world this new character in the wood was. Obviously not to sane, the massive, amber-eyes feline had never been seem by Shadow's quiet gaze. Shadow hoped that the two cats weren't able to smell him. He knew that they would be unable to spot his features out of the tangle of branches he crouched in, but his scent could catch a defiant, up-wind breeze and be carried to the others' mouth and nose.

As Shadow, well described by his name, lurked in the brambles, the encounter continued before his dark eyes.

[Hatchey]

i want to know because i do............ i am just passing through and thought i would let u know so you didn't think i was hunting or anything. now good bye. he said and started to walk off

[Miss Midnight||]

Aha ha ha. That’s what you think, kitty. Phobia sneered, limping towards the loner. And as I can see you’re not unaccompanied; I can smell scent of two others around… He meowed, taking more steps towards him. The tortoiseshell loner stood there, waiting for Nocturne’s next move.

[Hatchey]

i traveled alone........ the other cats you smell are not with me. now good bye he said tartly

[Miss Midnight||]

Why must you back down so easily? Phobia remarked, watching him with hungry amber pools. His fangs itched to bite down into the loner's skin, as he approached Nocturne's flank with words of ambition, and why do you not wish to fight me, I have every right to kill you, you're on my territory. He contined, grinning slyly.

[Hatchey]

humph, an i have every right to leave, now GOOD BYE. he was starting to ticked off at this cat.\

OOC: nocturne is a rouge

[Miss Midnight||]

Now, now. He growled, jumping in front of Nocturne. Your image has stuck into my mind... Of course, the image s of me ripping your flesh. He added, twitching his tail inquistively. Phobia's twisted smile creased his jaws onc more as he waited for the rogue's reply.

[./*/_feather_\*\.]

ooc:
may i join?

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: Up to Midnight.

Shadow continued to observe, but was getting very bored of sitting in his own little place, and not being in the action. Shadow wasn't a cat to be lazy or stay hidden long, so he took a step out into the moonlight night. His pelt showed like a dark spot among the starlight, and he hissed, "Why so eager to quarrel? Wouldn't you be glad that an intruder is going? You're in no fit state to fight by the look of that foreleg. Why, you seem to have disabled yourself." His words were drawn out, his tone calm, but inside Shadow was calculating this cat. The loner was obviously very much insane, and also very much starved for the kill. Shadow had had that feeling, he had wanted desperately to injure, tear, take a life. But that had been a specific blood that he had thirsted for, not just any old feline. Nothing had been able to stop him. He had felt immortal, high from his own hatred and craving. He hadn't like the feeling, but he could understand how some might. Shadow didn't like to be governed by his emotions, ruled by his desires. He supposed that some cats must enjoy the invincible feeling that you got, and then the down-to-earth satisfaction when when the kill was finally made. Shadow watched the other's response, waiting, sizing the insane feline up.