Time to Dance~{open}

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    The night was dark as a peculiar-looking tom cat padded the streets of a busy city. His deep coper eyes flashed in the light, almost looking a deep red. He licked his lips, grinning but otherwise emotionless. His name, persay, was Panic! At the Disco... indeed, he was a cause for Panic. No one would know why yet; he didn't even know, but Starclan knew that this cat was no good news. He had insanity written al over him, from his evil-looking smirk to his tilted tophat.


    The black cat with a white chest paused in an alleyway entrance. He stared in, slowly debating the best course of action to enter. He stretched, shrugged, and casually walked into the shadows, expecting some kind of reaction. It wouldn't be panic... yet...

    Enoka sat on top of a closed dumster, watching the stranger with her two-colored eyes. He seemed a curious fellow to the kittypet's standards. Could she even call herself a kittypet? She rarely visited home anymore, not to mention she was covered in scars.


    Pulling her thoughts away from herself, the black and white feline stared at the tom as he entered the alleyway. There was just something...off...about Panic, which is why the she-cat decided the best course of action would to be remain silent until either he did something or spoke to her.

    Panic! At the Disco looked around, seeming amused. His whiskers twitched as he flicked his tail back and fourth, eyes fixing an a garbage can nearby. He casually padded toward it and looked in, gladly dragging out an old piece of pizza. He began eating, when suddenly the scent of a she-cat hit his nose. Panic! Paused, glancing around. He lifted his head, looking in the dirction of Enoka.


    "Hmmm... well well, there's someone else here too... hello there~!" he mused cheerfully, a bit too enthusiastic. He himself didn't know why he was in such a good mood all the time, especially when he had the potential to pose as a threat.

    Seeing that she had been discovered, the she-cat lept off the dumpster and landed lightly on her toes.


    "Hi." Enoka returned, her tone still holding a friendly tune--even if it sounded a bit more cautious than normal. "I'm Enoka. Who're you?"


    She didn't have to ask about the piece of pizza. She was (or had been) a kittypet after all, so the two-leg food wasn't new to her. But that didn't mean she had ever tasted such a thing before. Maybe the loner was just hungry? Enoka didn't know.

    "Why... I'm Panic! At the Disco. Pleasure to meet you." he replied with a charming smile. The glint of insanity remained in his eyes as he bent down and took a bite of the pizza, licking the red sauce from his lips. He gave the she-cat a peculiar look. "Are you new around here?" asked Panic!. He himself had been a kittypet, which was obvious by his hat. But that had been quite long ago, and Panic! Only remembered that it was a band he was named after.

    Panic!? That was certainly an odd name, but not one of the most odd ones the she-cat had heard in her lifetime. So she dismissed it with a flick of her tail.


    "Nice to meet you too." Enoka returned with a dip of her head, giving a friendly smile. "As for your question, no I'm not new around here. I travel a lot, so I tend to go from place to place rather quickly."


    That's what she did. Always on the look for something new and exciting--when she wasn't taking the time to trip up two-legs for some free fish down at the docks of course.


    "What about you? I haven't seen you around before either."

    Panic! paused, tail lashing back and fourth as he glanced up, a half grin on his face like usual. "Interesting... I'd say I travel a bit as well, which is why I'm unknown here. The stars don't seem to shine upon me, no matter where I walk." he added in a low voice, copper eyes flashing dangerously.


    As soon as the omnious look came, it was gone, and Panic! Once again had a sly grin on his face. "I'm sure you've seen quite a lot in your travels." he infered, leaning closer to her face. Inches away, he blinked and asked, "Was it anything interesting?" he purred. Obviously, he was an in-your-face type of cat, which gave him a sort of creepy impression. He never really got close enough to really do anything like bite, just could be incredibly uncomfortable. It was a rather strange idiocracy of his.

    Enoka, a rather friendly she-cat herself, was surprisingly oblivious to the lack of personal space given to her. Instead, the black and white cat thought over his question.


    "Now that you mention it..." She sighed. "I haven't seen anything of much interest. Just a few abandoned buildings, and the occational group of cats. I'm sure you know of them? They all call themselves a Clan or a Tribe?"


    Only the most sheltered of kittypets wouldn't know of such things. Most others any more knew the world was inhabited by such groups.

    [Center]


    Panic! Flicked his ear, seeming to dance on his paws as he thought the question over. "I have... in fact, I've met some rather interesting cats; they seem to not like to share stories as much, or the fact that I was in their territory in the first place." he mentioned. At that he frowned, seeming suddenly unamused by the clancats.


    Like usual, his expressions and moods swung back and fourth, so his dissapointed demenour dissappeared. "But that's fine and well; I'll show them I'm not the ordinary type, when the time comes." he meowed. "Anyways..." he turned his attention back to the she-cat. "Ever think of joining one?"

    OOC~I can't decide if I should be worried for my cat or not XD


    Enoka shook her head in responce to his first statement. Clan cats were picky like that. Only the truely understanding felines didn't mind you on their territory. And even then you had to crawl like a kit to show you meant no harm. It was degrading.


    The former kittypet's duel colored eyes widen with slight surprise at the tom's question, deciding it in her best interest to ignore his borderline threat towards Clans.


    "Me?" She meowed. "No, not really. They have nothing I want. Not to mention I don't feel like groveling at their feet just to be accepted. I'd rather fall in the sewers."

    [Center]
    --Hehe Panic! Is one of my more interesting characters :P he has a tendency for moodswings and insanity; probably won't attack, though, unless something triggers his sadistic side --


    "Hmmm that's a good point, I was thinking the same thing." he purred. The tom leaned back, licking a paw and drawing it over his ear. The tophat fell over one eye, hiding it. Panic!'s dark copper eyes, almost a deep red, glowed evilly under the shadows of the rim.


    "Someone should teach them a lesson." he thought aloud, using a low voice. Another swing came and he gave a wide smile. "So you were a kittypet, huh? Must have been nice, fed all the time and such. I remember those days... there was always time to dance." he mused.

    He was certainly plotting something under that little hat of his, but what it was, she wanted no part in it. No Clan cat had ever done her wrong, and she wasn't about to get on their bad side because she followed some bipolar sounding feline.


    "Actually, I only was fed once a day." Enoka answered. "That's why I started wandering more and more. I picked up the trick of making two-legs drop their fish at the docks, and wa-la, instant food."


    Hearing Panic! talk about having time to dance, the she-cat tilted her head, but gave a small smile.


    "I know a store not to far from here, they always have a radio plugged in outside to try and attract people. We could go see if they have it on."

    [Center]
    Panic! Smiled genuinly as he remembered the good old days of hanging out with his band. He just hated how he couldn't remember why he had left; it was probably at that moment, though, that he became a bit twisted. Once in a while the tom longed for normalcy... with him being as he was now, it wouldn't happen.


    "Why, that sounds lovely. I miss the sound of music." he admitted, copper eyes flashing with the good memories he used to have.

    Enoka purred softly and waved her tail as she padded out of the alleyway.


    "Well alright then!" She said in a cheerful tone. "Let's go find the store."


    The she-cat just secretly hoped the music was playing. She didn't want to disappoint the tom. He was friendly and curious, even if he did have some dark flashes every now and then.

    [Center]
    "Alright; nice that you know of such a place. I'd never think to look..." he sighed, eyes bright despite his mood swings. He was glad to have some sense of memory, and to have someone that more or less understood the importance of music.


    "It should be interesting to se what's playing; music these days is at such a variety." he observed, eyes narrowed.

    "Great!" Enoka smiled.


    As the she-cat lead the way, she turned to look back at the hat wearing feline.


    "What sort of music do you like to listen to anyways, Panic!?"

    [Center]Panic! Thought for a moment, head tilted. He pondered this, seeming to have a hard time deciding. Finally, he made up his mind and responded,"Darker music, I suppose, with a good beat to it; something with meaning but also a piece of art." He gave a smile, remembering how his band seemed to put it into perspective.


    "The band I'm named after makes such music, but plenty of other artists, twoleg and feline alike, have a great comparision. What about you, Enoka?" he asked, wondering what her taste in music was.

    Enoka thought the question over for a moment, thinking of the different styles of music she's heard since living with humans. While she was thinking, the black and white feline flicked her tail at the tom.


    "Tell me about your band?" She meowed as they turned another corner.


    Before he could reply though, the former kittypet gave a hesitant smile.


    "As for music...I like classical and techno styled music."

    "That sort of music is always nice. Hmm well, my band sung some techno. They had a style twolegs call 'emo-pop'... whatever that means. I do know a lot of meanings of the songs though, many are about revenge or protesting the leaders of twolegs I suppose. There is one song, though, that tells of a fairy-tale sorta love story. I'll let you know if it comes on." he finished.


    Tilting his hat up, he looked at the she-cat curiously. "Do you know of any interesting bands or singers? Cat or human?" he asked. The tom used 'twoleg' and 'human' interchangeably.