A brown tom strolled through the woods, a freshly-caught squirrel in his jaws. Stopping, he scented the air, puzzled. A ginger tom stepped out from behind a pine tree. His yellow eyes glowed. "Hello," he said in a voice like honey. The tom flattened his ears. "Who are you?" The tom sat down and began calmly washing his paw. "I have a proposal." The brown tom's curiosity got the better of him. "Yes?" he snapped. "Wait!" The tom called as the cat began to turn. "How do you know so much? What's your name?" But nothing answered but the echoes of his own voice in the stillness.