A burning ginger tom sits atop a large, flat rock, eyes upturned towards the stars. As you approach, an ear flicks, and his face turns towards you. Green eyes piercing through you. He levels his gaze on your form, eyes narrowed just so. He speaks with authority, and you feel your fur stand up on end. This is a very commanding presence of a cat you've run into. "Who are you?" he demands to know, and though his voice is calm and even, there's a sort of power to it you can't deny.