The cat was young, a trainee or someone recently graduated, he was sure. He knew her face around, the rumours about how the Katie line continued to exist. Two cats born from a lineage of old, so tied up in its strings yet desperate to prove that their past didn't hold them back. Bermondsey had never been familiar with her father nor her grandmother.

The only other cat from her lineage he had known was the cat his father cheated on his mother with.

His green eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" his voice was curt, holding both authority and a certain irritation that some unknown cat decided to bother him at an ungodly hour like this, "I don't have all evening if you're only here to be a distraction."

The tom could feel the challenge, ever so slight like a bitterness of dark chocolate upon his tongue, and his green eyes narrowed ever so slightly, whether in contempt or something else, no one could be sure. "I was expecting someone more useful to me," he replied almost dismissively, his flat expression turned towards her, as if challenging her to prove herself if she wanted to, "what does a trainee have any use to me?"

His lips twitched into a brief smirk; confidence, that was always the make or break with every cat. He'd know better; it was the proof of his brother's rise to power, and proof of his father's downfall.

"Every cat starts out thinking they're the needle in the haystack," he replied smoothly, "and yet, there are few who make it to the top. Are you so certain you don't see the possibility of failure?"

Still, a cat so eager to offer herself to his service; surely there was something to it too. "If you find some information that can further the league's place in this forest, something I haven't heard before, I'll reward you handsomely," he spoke, eyes glittering. It was clear what the assignment was. A strategy, or perhaps, a secret within the forest that could be used against someone.

There was no worth in trading food in this land, only secrets and knowledge.

Time skip.

Limping. Kate found herself limping back into camp, her paw was bleeding from the torn claw, but that was the only injury that she seemed to have. The calico feline ignored the cats that seemed to gather around her, wondering what had just happened. She gave a sharp hiss, shoving one out of the way and said,"Get out of my way." Confused, they backed off from the cat, and watched as she made her way to the Nemesis' den.

"I have that information you asked for." She called, waiting on permission to enter. Her eyes seemed clouded over, and her fur was frazzled. However, there was an air about her, that seemed to call for murder. Something was different about Kate, and Bermondsey was about to figure out just what it was.

She moved to sit with him, alone, in his den. She'd never been in this place before. It was something new for her, to be in here. However, she was unfocused on that, instead, she met his gaze. Her paw was sore, but Kate sat as if nothing of the physical sort bothered her. Truly, she was young, however, she was the age that most cats became hunters. She was growing older, filling out in her body. Her short legs remained as so, but her shoulders had filled out. Kate was beautiful, yet... Not as beautiful as most felines. She didn't have a graceful air about her, she had a strong air. An air that seemed to almost demand that cats see her as strength, not girly.

Green eyes flashed in the den as she seemed to hesitate in speaking. Something was hurting her, something deeply. Clearing her throat, she lifted her chin slightly as she tried to make her voice unwavering. "Kier has killed... Harley. He now seems to hold some power in NightClan. His mate, who is expecting kits... I found her in league territory. She smelled heavily of him and the clans, it was almost easy to gather from the way she spoke. Kier is the leader of NightClan." Kate paused. It had sounded gravely when she spoke of her father, a sharp pain struck her all over again as she struggled to keep herself together.

Harley had been everything to her, and her brother had taken him away. Forever.

"I can tell you, that Kier being a leader of anything... is unwise. He is unstable. It will cause a war. He wants power, because he is weak."

"Dead." She replied. It was a short reply, but her head was pounding. She found herself wanting to escape and get away from the Nemesis. Kate wanted to break down, but she couldn't do that around anyone. She had to do it alone, as she was not one to let others find her weak. Her green eyes lifted as she set them on the tom. They were empty, yet raging with emotion.

"I know you see me and my siblings as nearly useless. We are young, but we have something that others don't." A pause, her expression was serious. This wasn't something she were joking about, and she knew that others did not take this very seriously. However, Kate knew the weight blood held. Especially in a place like this.

"Katie and Jynx were both really powerful cats, who had really extraordinary lines. I would never underestimate any of us." It was almost like a foreshadow.

The thing about Katie's line, is that most of her offspring and so forth, were promised tragic lives. Yet, tragic lives of power. Each one of them had made something out of themselves, had made their names known in some way. It was unfortunate for Harley, that he died so young. He'd had more to give to the world, and more to teach his children. Especially Kier, who so desperately needed guidance.

Kate was named after Katie. It was her destiny to be great like her, hell, she even looked so much like Katie. She had gotten her calico coat, her build. Her fur was not long, and her eyes were not brown, but to any of the cats that had knew her... They'd say that Kate definitely was her granddaughter.

"Kier may seem like nothing... He's just a ticking time bomb, ready to go off. How he gained control over NightClan is beyond me, but he did. Don't take this lightly." Though clancats were never to the level that league cats were... They had more in number. Always had.

Kate mentally shook her head. She refrained from doing so physically, but she could feel the lack of belief in her line. He'd believe eventually, Kate was sure of it. The calico feline breathed in slowly, and took note of the pleased look in his features. She was quiet for a moment, having not expected him then to be asking questions about Kier. There was nothing more she wanted than to leave his den now, and get away from his prying eyes. Kate was exhausted, and her adrenaline was beginning to fade away.

What's he like? What does he care about? The question flitted around in her mind for a few moments. She let the silence build, until finally answering. Her voice seemed oddly monotone, as if it were taking a lot out of her just to be speaking. Her dad's face seemed to linger behind the nemesis, and she found it hard to keep on.

"He is sly and is in no way a fair fighter. He will do anything to get what he wants, no matter who he has to betray or hurt. He's weak, but seems to be able to manipulate things in his favor. I do not know how he managed to gain control of NightClan, but it can't of been good either way. Kier is nothing short of a snake. Pathetic."