I'm gonna g[o] far, kid.... {Loner, joining?}

[Center]Panic! Padded down the street, tophat covering his devilish green eyes. His black and white-tipped tail flicked back and fourth as a smug smile was planted on his face. He heard a song, which made his grin widen; "There ain' no rest for the wicked... until we close our eyes for good..." he sung, smirking. The tom walked with a sudden skip in his step. Passing more and more twoleg shops, more music struck his ears. "Nice work you did... you're gonna go far kid! With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes!" he hissed, teeth showing. Twoleg music often made him feel, well, more wicked.... he was, after all, a former kittypet of a band.

The city life was great, it was, but the tom felt that he needed something more. He didn't know what quite yet, but it'd be amazing. He didn't realize he'd passed into Sunclan territory; cats smelled all the same to him. His claws flexed as more cats seemed to gather around here, though. He glanced around, amused. Would he be challenged today? Maybe; more fun for him!

[Center] Panic! Tended to be a confusing cat. He'd appear like he's about to kill someone one moment, then want to share cheerful words and sing the next. Twas the nature of this cat's insanity. He blinked, green eyes fastening on the she-cat curiously. He gave a kind smile, flicking his ear through the torn hole in his tophat. "Hello there; who might you be?" he asked in a sing-songy voice, flexing his claws. This action wasn't aggressive; he did it al the time, no matter how he was feeling.

The smell of cats made his nose twitch constantly. He was starting to distinguish the similarities; why, all these cats smelled very similar. How come?

[Center]Panic! Gave another formal smile, and thought for a moment. "Neverpaw.... the 'paw part sounds like a familiar trend but I can't put a paw on exactly what trend..." the tom pondered for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, he was leaning close to her face. Panic! Had no sense of personal space either; though unless he had a...reason... to, he wouldn't make any aggressive moves. "Why, my name is Panic! At the Disco; though I am mostly cale just Panic!." he explained in an excited voice, then took a step back out of her face.

He licked a paw and drew it over an ear that was poking out, tilting his hat to cover just one green eye. He looked sort of dark this way, but unless his hat shadowed both eyes, he wasn't going through his more 'insane killer thoughts' moments.

[Center]"A tribe cat? What in the world is that? And hmm... what's an apprentice?" he asked, genuinley curious. At the reference to his name, he blinked, head tilted just slightly. "I was named after a twoleg band, my previous owners; I left because... well I don't remember, but the streetlife came naturally..." he explained, examining his life half to himself for a moment. Why could he never remember why he left the band?

He shrugged, turning with another smile back to the clancat, hoping he didn't appear stupid. He began to hum a song lowly, thinkin of the words in his head. 'You have set your heart on haunting me forever from the start, it's never silenced...' He bobbed his head to the beat for a moment, stopping after a few seconds passed. One thing about Panic! Was that he was very musical, and loved song.

[Center]Panic! Stared, looking at her like she was talking a different language. He decided not to question further, lest he got annoying. Instead he just smiled again and took a few pawsteps from side to side while humming his song. At her question, the tom seemed delighted; he loved to share his music with others.

"It's called 'Nearly Witches' by the band I used to be a part of. Those were the days..." he sighed, longing in his eyes for a moment. They flashed back to the present as he focused again. "I've been looking for something, I guess. Perhaps you can help me? Something like a place to belong or a real home or whatever. Yes, that's it; a place to stay." he finally said.

[Spoiler=The song he was humming]
(After the beginning; it turns into a normal song after the french kids singing XD and this is how Panic!'s voice sounds ^^)
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[Center] "Sunclan? That seems welcoming I suppose; and well, I guess I can try it out... id of course be out of place." he meowed lowly, head tilting to cause his hat to cover both eyes. In this rare occasionn he wasn't going insane or any random mood swing; he was just contemplating how he'd become such a strange cat. He looked up, green eyes meeting her blue. Should he ask? He was always one to speak his mind.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked in a soft voice, whiskers twitching.

--thanks ^^ :P I love panic! At the disco--

[Center] "Oh my hat? It's formally known as a tophat; twolegs wear it to be fancy, and I do it because, well, it's sort of my identity now. Don't fit in? Well that won't do; if I can join, I'll hang out with you~!" he meowed, not meaning to rhyme. He flicked his tail, a series of questions running through his head. What's a stylist? he wondered. Panic! Guessed he'd discover that in due time.

"This idea of a clan thing seems cool; I'm surprised that, unlike the other clans, you don't chase off loners. It's happened to me a few times, when I've been exploring." he admitted.

[Center]Panic! Looked a little disapointed in that fact. "You're supposed to..." he sighed, turning his head away with a bit of depression in his voice. These sort of clans were the ones he couldn't stand; the ones who always chased out innocent wanderers for their selfish excuse of guarding land. He gave a false smile. "Well thanks for not doing so. I guess, however, I should leave... wouldn't want you to get in trouble." he managed, head hanging. He knew he wouldn't be simply accepted into this society if he was supposed to have been gotten rid of a while ago.

[Center] Panic! Blinked, surprised at her attack position. He flexed his claws, this time seriously, hat shadowing his eyes so that he could still see, but those looking wouldn't see them quite so clearly. "Why would you care? I came looking to be, well, a part of something. This seems to be just another clan..." he hissed.

Panic! Softened a little when he realized exactly who he was talking to. This cat had been pleasant to him even if it was against her rules; he should respect that. "Look... I'm sorry. It's just, I have a hard time getting along with cats like that."

[Center]
Panic! Was calmed now and smiled back, previous anger seeming to have vanished. He blinked. "A mafia? That sounds interesting." he grinned, hat back into its normal position now. He flicked his tail, looking past her for a moment into Sunclan's territory.

"You lived the city life huh? And joined this place? I guess I could try it out if they accept me." he finished. He paused, green eyes narrowing as he had a crooked smile now. "Why not just call this place 'The Mafia'?" he asked, thinking it would sound more professional.