Nibbles was a happy cat, striding peacefully through the sunshine, sniffing the thorns (you see, sniffing the flowers weren't his kind of thing). Which said a lot about this certain, long furred, grey tom. Overall, the guy was a chill dude, with swagger to his walk and a honey-smooth voice that would charm any cat around him. There was only... one slight issue. Well, when I say slight, it's, well, y'know slight. To put it kindly, Nibbles enjoyed... well, watching others suffer. A lot. To the point of them dying. To him, it was his hobby. A nice past time, to keep his brain being productive. Another thing to note about Nibbles was that he was pretty friendly dude otherwise. Maybe a bit rude, or egotistic but otherwise, no. If you can believe that such a cat could be nice. Y'know, if you think about it, Nibbles probably isn't the nicest of cats but he comes across as one. Just, quite a bit crazy. And he knows.

Today, the happy-go-lucky rogue was wandering around FallClan's territory, catching butterflies and then slowly proceeding to pull their wings off and then dumping them into the bushes to suffer. It was great fun! He'd been in the middle of torturing his newest victim, when another cat's scent flooded over him. It didn't smell like a FallClan cat, which made Nibbles more than interested. He jumped down into the bushes, hoping the other cat wouldn't catch on to his scent.

He was extremly interested by what he saw. A cat. Probably of the female kind, covering some sort of trap. But to trap what and why? Okay, nevermind. It looked cool, so why not say hi? Sauntering out from his hiding spot, Nibbles padded slowly around the trap, his yellow eyes flickering with thought. "I hope this is here to kill some poor little cats!" He purred, "it looks just the size." Nibbles felt it was very helpful another cat had given him a perfect, pre-made trap he could use all by himself. Of course, he planned for the other cat to be out of the equation soon enough.