The copper and short-pelted tom heard the voice, but seemed to ignore it. He was crouched down, tail in the air. It was dismissively at the she, who had now stomped over to him. He had been stalking a small mole at the edge of the clearing closer to the woods, but the loud talking of his new friend had just scared it back into its burrow. He huffed in annoyance and stood to face the she. This tom was a slim, tall and well built fellow. His fur was shiny and glowed with a beautiful copper like fur, with sandy red-ish tints. He looked over the stranger with an inquisitive stare. "Your territory? I don't smell any scent markers that smell of you." He said simply.

He himself smelled of pine and tree-sap. He shook out his fur, still slightly annoyed his prey had scampered off into it dirt filled burrow. He took in the scent of the she-cat and compared it to the scent of the clearing. Still no noticable correlation. Unless she had just now claimed it and was one her way to scent mark the area. The tom doubted it as in some spots her scent was faint. "No, No we don't need to fight."He said calmly. The she-cat must be a wanderer or a kittypet. He assumed.