regret message/ ACCIDENTAL RAGE MODE

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    "Shit, what happened?"


    Ticktock's head was pounding. Where the hell was he? The place looked barren. His eyes widened when he saw a mangled corpse right beside him. He scrambled backwards wildly. Did he do this? Had he gone?...


    Shit.


    He had to get out of there fast. Back to WindClan. Back home, where he could get high on catmint and forget about what had occured. Unless the catmint brought all the memories. Whatever. He just wanted to get out of this shithole.

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    "How should I know?" Dreamsequence was in a fairly bad mood. She'd tied Darling up somewhere about an hour ago, left him there, and forgotten where she'd left the poor bunny. He was probably terrified. The silver tabby sauntered over, eyeing the unfamiliar tom and not even noticing he wasn't a clanmate. "Have you seen my pet? White bunny? Adorable?"



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    "Uh...no." Okay, this is awkward. This she-cat was talking to him like he was a clanmate. He also find it weird that she had not seen the corpse just sitting there. "Well, I gotta scudaddle. You know... clan stuff." The tom backed up a bit, about ready to rush off.

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    Dreamsequence blinked. Once. Twice. She was a little confused as to why this guy looked so nervous. Was she that bad? No way. She was like, the most lovable she-cat ever. Not to mention smoking hot, in her own opinion, so she saw no reason for him to be running. Slowly, almost painfully so, her blue eyes drifted to the corpse. She froze. Oh. OH. "What the hell?! Who are you?" she demanded, blue eyes snapping furiously back to the tom. "Did you do this? Why? That's a dick move."



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    "OkayletmeexplainIkindawentintoragemodeandshithappened..." Ticktock was rushing to explain his actions. She probably wouldn't believe him, but hey, can't blame a guy for trying, right? Roshen knew was dead. So. Fucking. Dead.

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    Well, Weston just happened to be walking by in a sucky museless post and turned his direction to Dreamsequence and Ticktock. "What the hell is going on here?" He huffed irritatingly, his eyes turned flashing from Ticktock to the corpse, demanding an explanation. He would have thought that Dreamsequence did it, except she wasn't exactly the kind of person would would kill.

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