And Mother Nature reached out and, with a gentle hand, lifts him from one world to the next...

When he wakes up he's in a different Twolegplace.

That's... not how he understood Twolegplaces to work.  But Twolegs are already so confusing that he isn't remotely as surprised as he'd be if a similar thing happened to him in a forest.

What's this one like?

He's near some buildings where Twolegs and kittypets live.

Hm.

Well, he can't go back to ThunderClan's territory, but it would still be ideal to know where he is.  In relation to it.  He shouldn't be able to pick up the Clan scent out here, but Fireheart, traitorous as he is, sometimes snuck out this way; can he catch a whiff of him?  Or the rogues; they traveled often enough through these sorts of areas.

He'll start searching for any scents he recognizes.  He's wary of monsters, and of Twolegs, but not terrified of them.  His speed and strength will protect him; there's no need to sulk and hide when he could instead be figuring out what under StarClan is happening here.

He smells some cats but no familiar cats.

Does there appear to be wilderness in any direction.

Noooot as far as he can tell.

Then he'll pick a direction and walk in it until he finds some.  The Thunderpaths make it very easy to follow a straight line, though the mild convenience doesn't remotely make up for the danger in crossing them.  And 'walk' isn't perhaps the most accurate term, what with the frequent switching he does between that and bolting, dodging monsters.  He has a fair bit of endurance to start with, but it's quite a taxing way to travel.  He grows somewhat less careful as he goes on.

Drive drive drive drive holy shit it's a cat in the middle of the road!

He screeches to a stop in an attempt to avoid hitting it, loses control of the car, and crashes into a tree.

Tigerclaw didn't know monsters could do that.  ...What a wretched noise.

He should, even if not indefinitely, continue in this direction.  Away from that.  Maybe he'll take a break after another few (very careful!) crossings, though.

And two continents away an elf looks at his screen--

"WHAT THE FUCK."

Five minutes later--

"I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot, I'm going to talk to a cat. Are cats people? Were we supposed to be giving cats Christmas presents all along?"

To Tigerclaw: "Hello. Are you sapient? If you're not I'm going to feel like a real idiot."

...So Twolegs can talk.  At least one Twoleg can talk.  Apparently.

"Am I what?"

"That answers that question."

"What I meant to ask is-- are you a person? Can you talk?"

"Well, yes.  ...I'm surprised you can talk, too."

"I would say 'of course I can talk' but I guess if I didn't know that cats can talk cats wouldn't know that I can talk."

"Quite.  Can all Twolegs talk to each other?"

"Cats call humans 'Twolegs'? That's fantastic. --Yes, humans can talk to each other, but I'm not a human, I'm an elf. We look similar to humans but have different abilities and psychologies."

"You look like a Twoleg to me; I wouldn't know if there were different kinds of them.  Is that why you can talk to me, do you think?"

"Yes, one of my powers is that I can speak any language including, apparently, Cat. --I should try talking to other animals and see which other species are secretly sapient."

"I suppose so."  ...What if prey can talk to each other.  - Probably they can't.  "Not all cats talk."

"I guess that's reassuring. --Do you know which cats talk."

"Most cats I've met do."

"But do you know any principles of which cats talk and which cats don't?"