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Tornadotail nodded before finding a place to lie down. Opting not to wait energy hunting he could hunt while they move the next day. "Thanks for your help Hannah."

"Sorry for eating your food Hannah, it won't cut into your supply till your two legs get home will?" Regrets having done it now. "Mice are delicious I could catch you one, you should try it." Sits down beside Tornadotail while waiting for Hannah's answer.

Rosethorn nodded at Hannah, then cut into the cat's chatter long enough to say, "Alright then. Thanks again for your help." The she headed out the exit to catch something for herself. It took her longer than she would have liked, since prey was fairly scarce here, but at last she caught herself a bird. She ate it quickly before returning to the Twoleg nest. She found herself a spot of bare ground to curl up in, then tried to get some sleep, hoping the missing cats would still be well when they were found.

TIME SKIIIIIIIIP

After resting up at Hannah's house, everyone was strong enough to travel at double the pace they were going at originally. Theresa hoped that by doing this, they'll make up for lost time. The weather was cooperating for once, and the day was peaceful and uneventful for the most part.

The sun was starting to sink below the horizon and they were just about to find a place to rest for the night when they witnessed the most interesting thing to have happened to them today...

"She's not going to come out there, with you sitting on the fence like a stalker."

"I'm not a stalker."

No one could tell who they are from the voices, but they were close enough to see two figures seated on a fence and facing a two-leg nest.

"Sure. Cause coming over here every night and hoping that she'd come out is not stalking..."

The other cat didn't say anything. He (it was a masculine voice), merely sighed.

"Don't you think you should just give it up? She's ain't gonna fall for you, with you being... you."

"And what does that mean?"

"You know. You're a psychotic cat with multiple personalities, and she doesn't like any sides of you."

When the patrol was close enough to make out faces, the 'psychotic cat' shoved the other cat off the fence and into a nearby trash can.

"Heeey! Marc! That wasn't nice!"

"Then you're lucky that I didn't feel like killing you tonight for that comment! And my name's not Marc!"

He suddenly gone quiet when he noticed a group of cats coming closer. Most of them wouldn't have recognized him, including Theresa, who seemed shocked at encountering another rogue.

"I'm still in here you know!" Another voice echoed in the trash can and it started to shake violently.

((And no, he isn't a metaplot prize. <<>>))

What a strange pair of cats, Inktrick decided, as the group came close enough to notice the pair. It didn't matter, of course, since they were a pretty strange group themselves, and she hoped that they might have more information for them. After all, if the little kittypet had known something, then they definitely might.

"We would be interested in any information you might know," she said, adding her comment to Rosethorn's question.

"Swallowed by a truck? Nope. Haven't seen any cars with mouths." The silver rogue glared at them, as if irritated that they were interrupting his conversation with the other cat. And ignoring the fact that he shoved him into a trash can in the first place.

"Hm. Aren't you all clan cats? What are you doing out here?" He said with a faint hint of curiousity.

"None of your business." Theresa snorted and averted her gaze from them. "I don't think these imbeciles know anything, so it's just best to keep moving and-"

"Truck with cats! I saw one once! Not too long ago actually!" The voice from the trash can rang out, ignoring Theresa's comments completely. With renewed strength, the cat inside knocked it over from the inside and spilled its contents out, including him.



"Though, I also do want to know what clan cats are doing in this neighborhood. Oh, and my name's Buccaneer. The other fellow's Marc."

"No it isn't. It's MoonKnight." The said tom grumbled.

Rosethorn's ears perked hopefully. Could this cat really offer them another clue that could lead them to the missing cats? What luck! If his information was reliable, anyway, and he was willing to share it. "Hello, Buccaneer, I'm Rosethorn," she replied politely. "And like I said, we're here to look for some of our clanmates who have gone missing. We suspect they may have been taken and are in a truck, possibly with non-clan cats. If you could tell us where you saw it, it would be a big help."

"Y'all have interesting names. For me anyway. I haven't met any clan cats before, but I heard of you guys from Marc, who lives in the same forest you do. Most of the time." Buccaneer smiled and turned to MoonKnight, who was far from pleased.

"For the last time, it's MoonKnight!"

"You could continue bickering later once you tell us about those cats. If you know something of them." Theresa said, tapping her staff on the ground on irratation. "I hope you know something, because this is a complete waste of time otherwise."

"Relax, I was getting to that!" The grizzly tom waved his tail lazily in front of Theresa. "Anyway, I think I saw that truck two days ago? Or was it three?"

"It was three. You weren't mocking me three days ago, so you probably got on a side adventure with that truck." MoonKnight said bitterly. He kept on shifting his weight from one side to another, like he didn't want to be in front of all these clan cats.

"Oh. I actually did get on a side adventure. Like what Marc said. Cause I was almost captured by them humans, but I slipped free and gave them a good scratching while I was at it! Nothing can keep old Buccaneer down for long!"

"Get to the point already!"

"Ok, fine! I decided to follow the truck cause I had nothing better to do, and I saw cats in cages in the back of it. It led me to this building... I don't read human, so I don't know what it said on the sign. But it was shaped like a bone. And had a courtyard out back, surrounded by a wire fence. That help you any?"

Spiderheart had been silent the entire time, a bit unsure on how he should act. He didn't trust the rogues they've just encountered, but it was the only lead the patrol had, other than Theresa's dubious directions and guiding.

"Did you see any way in? Or out? Maybe?" He piped up suddenly.

"Not that I can tell." Buccaneer shrugged. "I heard they let the cats out in the yard every once in a while though, for exercise. I didn't see that happen, cause that place was giving me the creeps, let me tell you..."