Two young cats prowled through the pine forest, their ears pricked and their nostrils flaring for any sign of another cat. The larger of the two, a tomcat with fur as white and pure as unmarked snow, led the way. "I don't get it," he grumbled, whacking a pinecone out of his path. "I thought these woods were supposed to be full of ferals."
The second cat, a lithe molly with a lovely brown mackerel tabby pelt, swung her head from side to side. "Maybe we should stop here," she suggested. "We'll seem like less of a threat if our scent isn't all over the place. You know how these forest cats are about their territories. The cats in the mountain weren't anything like these cats, so we need to be careful around them."