this fucking shit drives me insane |madpaw going crazy| but, we're all mad here.

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    Madpaw was banging his head lightly on a rock; this not seeming to faze him in the slightest. A devious smirk was on his lip. Why the hell did he need to live? His one true love fucking hated him. He looked at his mask; which was now painted with blood; and one of it's eyes was punched out, like himself.. or, just how he felt.

    Pfft. Drama queen much? Go join the actors club, bro. But, instead of saying those words, she stalked over, an unamused look on her face. "What. Are you doing."

    He didn't reply; but he whipped his bruised face around, which seemed to explain enough. He picked up the mask that MJ had found, and offered it to him; and put it on his face. His ghastly one visible iris was aglow through the punched out eye.

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    At first glance she had assumed that the kid was just clowning around as kids did. You know the kind, hitting themselves and falling down on purpose, thinking it was funny. Doing a double take, however, she would frown. "Do you need to see somebody? A medicine cat, maybe. . .?" A psychiatrist?


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    A small caracal male slipped over to the group, squishing his paw in some of the blood left by Madpaw's banging. He giggled.


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    WALKINGPAW || 8 MOONS || BLOODCLAN TRAINEE
    HARD || POWERS(2)
    -xray vision
    -super senses
    SON OF GRAUSAM AND MERCURYLUMINESCENCE
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    He completely ignored everyone; but smiled at Walkingpaw, his crimson-stained smirk shining at the younger apprentice.

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    "Your brains are all over the place," giggled Walkingpaw, swiping his paws around the rock as if he was painting. [/fancypost]
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    HARD || POWERS(2)
    -xray vision
    -super senses
    SON OF GRAUSAM AND MERCURYLUMINESCENCE
    BROTHER TO CATACLYSM.[/fancypost]

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    "I don't see why we're allowing all these insane idiots to stay here. Tomorrow, we'll probably have another fight with ScarClan over who captured who," Khasar snorted with disgust as he padded over. The tall snow leopard cub's yellow eyes were narrowed at Madnesspaw.

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    HARD || POWERS(2)
    -xray vision
    -super senses
    SON OF GRAUSAM AND MERCURYLUMINESCENCE
    BROTHER TO CATACLYSM.[/fancypost]

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    "Give me some proof of that, you gibbering idiot," Khasar snapped back at Walkingkit, his teeth bared a bit as he flashed out his claws. He hated living in BloodClan and in the desert, but that didn't mean he would back down from kicking someone's ass.

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    The eight moon old slid his own claws into the earth, his lip curling back in a snarl as his optics glinted. Maybe Momma would be proud once he skinned this little puppy. This thought brought a small crazed grin to Walkingpaw's maw and he giggled. "Tick tock goes the clock
    And what now shall we play?
    Tick tock goes the clock
    Now summer’s gone away?    "
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    HARD || POWERS(2)
    -xray vision
    -super senses
    SON OF GRAUSAM AND MERCURYLUMINESCENCE
    BROTHER TO CATACLYSM.[/fancypost]

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