A large, long furred tom sat in the alley. His eyes were a piercing yellow, his pelt pitch black. He let out a deep growl at the sight on another tom on his turf. Standing up and padding forward, he charged at the second cat, a smaller white and black patched tom. With a swipe of the paw, the smaller tom was yowling in pain and fury. They engaged in a fight though the winner was obvious. After many moments, the smaller cat was sent dashing away, tail between his legs. The large black tom, known as Bronte by many, stood there. Pride flooded him, his chest puffed out.