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>Ozymandias<

Oh, to be the only driven cat in a world filled with felines who would rather have their desires and wishes dropped right into their paws. What a joy it was to be strong enough to go after exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it; how powerful it made him feel, to know that he was better than the lazy filth that littered the earth. Among the impassive and uninspired, Ozymandias was a ruler - and even when surrounded by those driven by similar thoughts, he considered himself to be the king of kings. His peers may have had similar wishes, but he was the only one willing to truly work for them, and he would make sure they knew.

His desire for a new thrill outside of Twolegplace had brought him here, to a quaint little clearing sat tucked away deep in the pine forest. The area radiated a sense of peace at first glance, but as he had ventured deeper, the scent of danger began to show itself. Nothing he couldn't handle, of course - after all, what was the point of exploring new places if a bit of work wasn't involved? Although a few beaten down dens seemed to be scattered about, a closer peek revealed that they were mostly abandoned, despite the faint scent of other cats. If this area had remained mostly untouched for so long, then he figured it would be a good place to settle down until he had the urge to get moving again.

The black and silver tom's broad shoulders parted the undergrowth as he entered the clearing, and a trio of mice dangled from his jaws by their tails. Amber eyes were half-lidded out of boredom, and he turned to enter one of the dens. He had scraped together a nest for himself, and settled down into it as he dropped his prey on the ground next to him. For now, he'd eat, he thought, as he tugged one closer to him, but maybe he would explore the outer edges and search for one of those badgers he'd caught wind of days earlier. There was no point in staying somewhere if he didn't clear out the vermin first, even if he wasn't planning on staying very long.