"(Oh, I just got the message X'3 that's what I get for creeping on the joinning thread~)

Sutcliffe
Shyfyre
"There is a curious and unexplained lull in Sutcliffe's criminal activities... no reason to think he committed any further murderous assaults within that period... difficult to conceive of circumstances in which one cat could account for so many victims...” Some of the last words uttered by this tom’s old clan before he ran away into hiding. Running deep into valleys and high up mountains where he stopped. The snowy fields gave him away to all, prey, hunters, and even other cats, his black ticked, deep russet, yet bright red coat sticking clean out from the vast white expanses. His bright greenish yellow, extremely near-sighted, eyes have a clear feeling of insanity shining through them, as he often talks of past subjects, even testing his luck on other cats, speaking in rhymes, mysterious phrases simply rolling of his tongue. He recites his own words, never copying those of another, condoning himself by phrases misleading, “Poor Old Oldfield, Worked in a cold-field. Hobson has no choice, misled by a voice. Release of Drury, Arouses Fury. Bradford Was not Me, just you wait and see. For Sheffeild will not be missed, next on the list...” A creator of confusion, the tom is a distinct killer, for his claws, much like his tongue, are sharp indeed. An extremely smart cat, and known sadist, relating with the dark forest and it's dark motives, Peter, often referred to as Sutcliffe by most everyone, knows what he is doing, and also how to get away with it. For, in fact, what your crime is does not matter as long as you know the right people. He hears voices in his head, telling him to murder, abuse, destroy, and has been
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