Mousefoot "Oh great. Just great," he meowed. He looked up at the sky. Sun-fall. "It's getting close to nighttime. We should just go to the twolegace and find a place to rest."
Owlwhisker "Well then, lets go," he meowed and padded on the dirt for a while. It gradually turned into another little forest, and beyond there, he scented the scent of twolegs. "We're getting closer.''
Sagetail She stepped through a clump of ferns, looking out towards the twolegplace. "Let's hope one twoleg nest is inhabited," she meowed and bounded towards twolegplace.