You are traveling through thick undergrowth. Brambles tug at your pelt, but you willfully ignore their constant, protesting pull. The only sound is that of dry leaves crackling underneath your paws. Suddenly, you stop in your tracks. Someone is near. Your pelt naturally begins to bristle in fear. Just then, the brush in front of you parts and out from the bushes emerges a huge, powerful black tom with a dark brown underbelly and paws. You flatten yourself to the ground, fear pulsing through you. You let out a desperate hiss, but it comes out more pleading than menacing. The cat in front of you looks as if he could end your life with one swipe of his forepaw. He bares he teeth at you, his yellow eyes piercing your own pelt. "What are you doing on our territory?" he snarls menacingly. "I...e