(( If the accent's getting hard to read, let me know; I'll type his speech normally, but keep in mind that it's there. ))
~~ Rick Silver ~~
"Well, lotsa things." He mused, scratching behind an ear. "Little things, good fer eatin'. Those aren't so bad, and they taste mighty good, if yer quick enough to git 'em." Rick sighed, licking his lips; he'd caught a mouse once, and nothing had ever tasted so divine. The food alone might be enough to drive him into the forest, if it weren't for the other denizens.
"Just don't let any of them 'Clan' cats catch ya stealin' their prey. They don't like that." Rick narrowed his eyes, glaring into the trees. "Which is fair enough, I guess, 'cause it's all they have to eat. They don't have Twolegs, ya see; they have their own ways. Sometimes they get real mean if they think yer causin' them trouble. If ya go out there, keep an ear out, and let some cat know where yer goin'."