There's a man in the woods [CLAIM]

Grub was nothing if not curious about the world around him, yellow eyes always wandering. Never idle. He could never be still for long. He had to be somewhere. Anywhere. Everywhere. And now he was here: a clearing that appeared barren and void if all life. It would be a lie to say he didn't feel as though this place held a haunting past and that his fur would be standing on end had it not been for the thin layer of fresh dumpster juice that encased him.

His eyes lingered on what appeared to be a crumbling, rotting nest smack in the middle of this ghostly clearing. As he circled it, his whiskers tingled. Who had slept here? Had they enjoyed it? Why would anyone sleep here? He wished he could ask this places previous owners. His entire being ached with the knowledge that he'd never find out.

And what happened there, in the mess of rocks not too far away? His tail flicked during his examination: bones and fur. Something ghastly happened here. Something he so desperately wanted to hear the story of. If only the stones could whisper their secrets to him...! Good or bad, he didn't care - nothing was ever too off-putting to make him regret his poking and prodding.

Ears perked as the fluttering of wings sounded across the way, directing him towards a sight opposite of what he'd seen in the forest so far: a precarious tree towered overhead, seemingly riddled with years of termite torture. It looked fragile, as though a single breath would splinter it. Normally he'd be climbing over and scratching against something like this, but the silent history this place held made him still his claws.

He liked it here.

Being alone? Not so much. But the nooks and crannies of a run down ex-camp was too good to pass up. Maybe he'd run into a friend later on down the road to share this forbidden place. For now, he would mark this place as his own.

Leaping atop the tomb that disguised itself as a pile of rocks, Grub took a careful seat. I hope you can see me, old man. There is far more to this world than the confines of a silly barn and some wheat.

Grub has taken claim of the Old Rogue Camp! Though he's open for sharing should the right cat/cats come along.