[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; width: 310px;][font=georgia]His presence on the border was wholly unremarkable. His gaze was blank, his posture lax, and his claws busied themselves sliding mindlessly in and out, sinking into the dirt. Just a normal cougar, staring with dark eyes into the woods before him. Sitting. Waiting. Perhaps his solidly neutral expression was a bit disconcerting, yes, but other than that, this foreigner's overall appearance was average.
Very, very average.
Why was he here? Boredom. Simple as that. A life spent collecting insects and shiny thing was an increasingly dull one. You could only spend so many lazy days pinning the wings of still living, writhing butterflies to cork boards before it got boring.
Why was he pinning them to cork boards, anyway? Presumably it was to put them on display, but it wasn't as if he had anyone to display them to.
The solitary nature of it all wasn't what aggravated him. It was the meaningless of his actions, his life. He didn't intend to live on his own and die on his own. If he was dying, he was going to drag others down with him, or at least make them remember him before he croaked.
And so he'd chosen Colouredclan, because it was close, and fairly populated. And there were lots of little insects flitting around this area.[/fancypost]