A mystery unfolded [OPEN! Rapidoxidation death revealed!]

Geist flashed the biggest grin as soon as she heard Cutthroat’s maddening laugh. She liked that laugh; it always meant some sort of fun was on the way. She followed the tabby’s movements and couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his blood-covered body. He dragged himself to the center of camp leaving a lovely trail of red liquid; the lithe she-cat looked at his claws and confirmed that the fur between them closely resembled that of her deputy or late deputy, perhaps? His booming and crazy words sent happy shivers down her spine. The only thing she could think of right now was “fun”. Fun, fun, fun, let’s have some fun. His laugh didn’t help much either and she had to bite her tongue in order not to join in.

Next came a series of interrogations from his leader. Which only made the scene more fun to watch. Geist pouted, though, at the prospect of not being able to watch the mangled body of her deputy. The smirk soon enough appeared on her face, and instead of being a sane, normal cat she began to sing the word “dead” in a soft, soothing, cheerful whisper. “Little Rapidoxidation went to join the dead… dead, dead, dead,” she stayed back in the shadows trying not to be seen. “Cold as stone… eyes wide in shock… dead, dead, dead.”

Mord tapped Geist on the shoulder with her tail, "Oh Geist, get a hold of yourself." She growled quietly and padded towards the front of the crowd, the she-cat looked on at the ravenous tom, something was gleaming behind the cold exterior of her narrowed grey eyes. Was it fear? Amusement? Hatred? Respect? Even Mord couldn't tell.

Massacre stopped circling around the cream tom, his tail was twitching rapidly back and forth. He glanced between Ricochet and Cutthroat, "No," he said through his teeth, "Not yet." Massacre had a glare fixed on Cutthroat.