Birds normally liked shiny shit, he could recall how the crows would always steal from him. Kuragori had been very nice to him and Gremlin wanted to show that he was thankful for that, he actually felt like he was welcomed somewhere. His old home being forgotten slowly in that scatterbrain of his. Nonetheless, he knew that some birds liked rocks though he was certain that Kura wasn't a penguin or at least, he didn't inquire about the freakish genetics that Kura seemed to possess. He could find some pretty sick ass rocks, shells, and so much more. His single eye already set on a group or two. It was stupid but god damn, most of his existence was the joke and punchline for the most part. This? This was nothing. He was very thankful about the warmer weather given the fact that the Coalition's territory was so cold, he felt like his nuts would fall off. A snort would leave him at the thought as he jumped around in the sand letting out a few laughs before coming to a stop as the smell of other creatures wafted past his nose, his single eye sparkling with an idea. "Why settle on shitty rocks and shells when I can get him a whole gold piece? Maybe silver, who knows what kind of conditions these fucks live in." He mumbled to himself thoughtfully.

The Asian leopard cat would slink through the territory already dragging a small bag with him that he had filled with shiny rocks and shells, he set down the bag behind a few tree roots. Once he had done that, Grem would glance around at his surroundings and began to wonder where these greedy beach fuckheads were keeping the good shit. "Y'know that new ally might have some shiny shit," Grem said with a small shake of his head but that was boring, he was here on enemy territory for a reason. Not rub shoulders and be buddy buddy with the Iron Fucked or whatever their name had been, Grem hadn't been paying attention if he was being completely honest. But for that adrenaline and adventure, Gremlin didn't have any dirty jobs to do anymore so he had to settle on doing something else... Apparently, getting a giant birdcat thing shit. He stood there for a moment with his single pupil growing wide feeling his face grow hot. He shook his head as he continued to weave through the roots of several trees "Friends get other friends cool shit all the time, it's nothing! R-right?" He hissed under his breath.

Eventually, he found the homes with one of them catching his eye. He crept forward with tail raised in the air, he blinked when he saw some gold. "Well, Christ on a stick, there is gold here!" He would frown realizing that he wouldn't be able to carry it all in his arms, Grem sighed quietly as he began to stuff a few gold pieces into his mouth. He didn't take all of it, he wasn't that greedy but he had enough and he was still able to say chubby bunny. Gremlin would slink away from the camp without much of a noise as he weaved through the tree roots and spat out the gold pieces into his small bag. He threw the bag over his back and began to weave through the roots once more making sure to keep low but his skin tingled knowing full well that he would be spotted soon enough.

/ he is not open to capture or being killed, you can injure him though and he will half succeed in stealing shit

Magnum knew the life of crime all to well due to him being born in a sort of....free for all group of vagabonds as a child and being taught to defend himself by the leader of said group until he was of age to be thrown in with all the other low life he lived around. Everything and everyone was up for grabs or ready to be beat the shit out of. The young man had left the group without a word and found like minded people in the great outer world that were either unusually kind or frighteningly cruel until there he found his first.....different being in the world.

“Magnum, buddy! We’re going to be the coolest duo in these parts! Living like kings among these dummies!”

A rather dry laugh forced it’s way out of the wolf as he began to make his way back home after his daily walk to try to get the layout of his temporary home until he was ready to leave. He couldn't imagine a life without his old partner, so surely his closest and most trusted ally would come to find him? Forget like this ever happened? His grey eyes peered through his long bangs at his paws as they crept closer to his den in one of the lesser occupied areas of the camp, his nose twitching curiously at the vastly different scent that hung around the path to his home

“ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The canid picked up his pace as the scent grew stronger, going down in his den with a quickness despite the pain the began to string at his side with his uneven breathing that presented itself upon the sight of a single gold coin in a damp patch of sand. “ Of all the absolute fucking BULLSHIT.” His voice took a turn for extreme irritation that someone not from here just happened to get all the way to his den, steal what little he had left from his friend and leave like it was no big deal. Oh no. Magnum was not having this happen when he already felt humiliated for accept the shelter and medical attention of this place.

A quick swivel lf his paws and he was back out and swinging his head side to side to find just where this stranger had run off too with murder in his eyes as he bounded off to retrieve his gold, barking a quick warning of, “There’s a damn stranger around here! Stealin’ shit and running off like a coward!” as he continued his search. Whoever it was....they would not be leaving without his blood staining the ground below them. Even if the injury was holding him back, he was gonna give this his all.

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE A MAN
I THINK, THEREFORE I AM.

The sound of commotion was what roused the demon from her daze, standing up from her spot in the sun while she popped her neck. A thief. Moving quickly in line with Caesar and Magnum's chase, she quickly changed forms into a pale purple cheetah, speeding ahead of the two in an attempt to catch up to Gremlin. Once close enough, she would leap into the air and attempted to slam her paws into [member=17171]GREMLIN F.[/member] , aiming for his back.

[color=#765a90]"Speech Here"

It wasn't a good idea to steal from the Palm Glades, not by any means. Despite what Caesar may have thought of them, they were a warbound group, and they had never been particularly kind to their enemies in the past. Particularly not the group that Gremlin hailed from, the Coalition of the Condemned. Not only was the good for nothing risking his life by trying to steal from them, but he was being especially stupid in what he had chosen to steal. Not only was Magnum protective of his gold – and he had good reason to be, obviously – but shells were considered important to the culture of the Glades. They were used widely on their necklaces to express different things about themselves, and had once been considered to be gifts from Starclan. These days, they weren't so much gifts from Starclan, but they were still important, and Rhinestone still saw them as gifts, even if just ones from the ocean. It was because of this that he hardly appreciated them being stolen, the legate's nose wrinkling in distaste as he approached. Not only had Magnum already established that Gremlin was stealing from them, but the scent of the Coalition on the air was one that set Rhine on edge, the serval's friendly exterior melting away.

By the time he arrived on the scene, Rhinestone could already see both Caesar and Mezrith taking their shots at the trespasser, a soft noise of approval leaving his throat as he watched them. His words were sharp as he spoke to Gremlin, dark black gaze narrowed in annoyance, "I thought that I had made it clear that the Coalition wasn't welcome around here. Clearly I'm going to have to tell Ninazu to put more of a leash on her little annoyances." He punctuated his words by raising one of his paws, the wind around him seeming to shift as his elementals came to life. With a bit of focus and a gesture of his paw, Rhine would aim to form a loop of moving air around [member=17171]GREMLIN F.[/member]'s neck, which would try to tighten inwards and choke the other. He had never used his powers in such a way before, so it was entirely possible that the attack could fail, or peter out when Gremlin fought against it. Still, the serval had wanted to try out new things with his air elementals, and what better way to test them than on a dirty little thieving enemy? Perhaps Ninazu and her cronies would get the message if Gremlin arrived back home with bruising on his neck – or even if he didn't arrive back home at all.