The forest is quiet… too quiet. Sunlight filters through tangled branches, painting the ground in shifting shadows. Somewhere in the undergrowth, something moves. Not prey, but something larger. A wildcat tabby steps from the ferns, heavier-set than any Clan cat, their fur thick and bristling with the scent of pine and earth. Their sharp eyes narrow as they study the outsider. More shapes appear behind them. Other Wildcats. One flicks their tail slowly. “A outsider in our forest?” they rumble. "You smell… strange. Not like us. But like prey either." Their gaze sharpens. "This land belongs to the Wild Kin. Speak your name, outsider… and tell us why you walk our forest."