OPEN//It has to be right.

[The Master {Drossel}]

I am your master.

Typically, Drossel didn't spent too much time in one area, but the clan territories were quite fun, and he found himself traveling in circles around them rather than leaving. Upon finding so much fun, how could he leave? Occasionally this sort of thing would happen, and Drossel would stick around somewhere until he was infamous enough to suck the fun out of it.

Today was particularly interesting. He'd wandered onto a new territory, but it still stank like a clan. A clan he hadn't experienced yet. How fun! His eerie giggle echoed in the currently empty abandoned cafe he'd managed to wander into. Yes, it was time for some more fun. His eyes glowed eerily in the dark of the night as his ears twitched, echolocating the nearest surfaces so that he could easily hop up onto a counter, slipping only because he was giggling so bad.

"When I was younger, just a naughty little a kit," he announced out loud to himself, "My mother noticed funny things I did." Once again he burst into a fit of giggles, and paced along the counter, searching the area with the sound of his voice. It was time to set a trap, the only question was...was this the place? Would it even be fun here? There might not be enough!

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[Earthpaw]

Earthpaw wandered through the old Twoleg building, too distracted to remember where the faucet was. He had heard a voice saying something deep in  the bowels of the building.
     "Hello? Who's there?"
     A hideous, demented laugh drifted through the air. He shivered and backed up a pace.