[network] @ADMIN; Arrival

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[dousedflame]

No, I could talk. It's the Twolegs who can speak now.

[Semantics, Bluestar. She's only pointing this out out of pride.]

[clowngirl]

Sooo... you meow-meow-meowed?

[dousedflame]

Yes, I meowed. And I'm not a 'kitty', I'm a forest cat. A warrior.

[She feels like she's being made fun of.]

[clowngirl]

[It was just her luck that Norfinbury seemed to translate for every animal it brought in except her hyena. Not that she had any trouble understanding Lou, but the ability to talk would make any pet that much cooler.]

…I never met a fightin' forest cat before. [Harley wouldn’t think twice about calling a hungry lion a kitty, so it takes all her effort not to continue the habit even in her next question.] You got a name?

[dousedflame]

Bluestar.

[She puffs up her fur a bit, at the slight indignation of being called a kitty. It's an offensive term, okay.]

And you? What's your name?

[clowngirl]

[Who would name a cat that?]

Harley Quinn. Y'know, yours kinda sounds a bit super-heroish but I guess that fits if you're a ki-- cat warrior. What's a fightin' feline like you even get up to when you're not bein' held hostage in a big ol' snow-prison?

[dousedflame]

I was the leader of a clan of cats, called ThunderClan.

[She pauses for effect before elaborating.]

We live alone in the forest, away from Twolegs. They're a danger to us, so we take precautions to avoid them seeing us or finding our camps. But some cats prefer to live with Twolegs - those are kittypets.

[clowngirl]

Do you not like kittypets?