SEEMANN [ nettlepaw ]

It seemed living a loner's life in these occupied lands meant bouncing between every corner of the world, if one was to avoid the consequences of his actions. Coal certainly was the type for that, and it seemed that all his hightailing had driven him off the edge of the earth. What was this place? Mountains and evergreens, such unfamiliar shapes to his sight, all so hard-edged and misty and cold. It seemed like a cruel place -- perhaps suited to someone as ice-hearted as himself.

Dense layers of shadows weighed heavily on his pelt as he stalked the undergrowth, ghostly gaze sweeping left and right for something to eat -- and more importantly, to steal. There was a special pleasure in taking what he shouldn't, of getting one over on these cats he knew nothing about. Just about everyone but him could go to hell, as far as he was concerned, and if stealing prey helped them on their way, that was all the better.

As he watched the forest floor, a vole poked its way aboveground -- a fatal mistake for the poor creature. It died easily, a satisfying nip to the back of the neck stealing the life from its limbs. It was frosty and tough, like the rest of this place, but it would do for his purposes. Catch clutched proudly between overgrown fangs and arrogance running unseasonably high, he decided to eat the thing right then and there. If his experience with the other clans was any indication, he had nothing more dangerous to expect than an angry child sent his way.

.Nettlepaw.

i want your gold

but you want my life

// sorry for the late reply!!

It was almost beginning to be laughable how every clan apprentice seemed to act of one mind, how they all thought themselves capable of halting a grown adult's vicious will on their tiny lonesome. Almost. More importantly than that, he found it unbearably irritating.

The little one may have had no words, but Coal often had enough for two cats besides. Speaking with someone so narcissistic could hardly be called a conversation, anyways, the words of the other drowned out by the fanfare of his own thoughts. This encounter with Nettlepaw, then, was likely to go the same way as the rest.

"Hiss, hiss, little snake," he purred, venomously. His serpentine silhouette slithered in the beginnings of a wide arc about Nettlepaw, the awful loner moving with the lazy grace of molten gold. "Here to defend your territory all on your own? My, you're brave." His icy glare narrowed to wild slits, staring down at Nettlepaw with utterly convinced superiority. "Arrogant, too. Do you think yourself stronger than all the rest who have attempted to oppose me?" His tail lashed, a black viper, before stilling. The slightest hint of the evil hunger that lurked beneath his poise. He was quite sure that this one, too, would not back down. Just like the rest. They were all so confident in themselves, the poor, foolish things. A lifetime of coddling must do that to a cat, he thought. It was a good thing for them to encounter someone like Coal, someone who could illuminate the truth about their place in the world.

i want your gold

but you want my life