Maverick

A dark brown tom ran nimbly through the forest he knew inside and out. He was patroling his territory, because he scented cats. Enough for a large clan, traveling. The only travelers he ever saw was that pretty she cat about every moon, and a new tom that he could tell was with the clan. He spotted them and padded over, green eyes emotionless. "You are on my territory. I am Maverick. You-" he pointed to the pretty she cat, "you travel through here verty moon or so. You just came through here," he added, pointing to the tom. "Now, I need to make sure the stupid Up-Walkers haven't messed up the forest, because i don't want to have to memorize the forest again. You weirdos stay out of my territory," and he turned to leave.