"The one with Twolegplace."

"You have a border with folks you can't communicate with?"

"I suppose it is a bit different than the kind between Clans."

"Do the twolegs not want cats around, or what?"

"We're not kittypets."

"Ah, I see. Those are a different - culture? Species?"

"Kittypets live in Twoleg nests and - eat food given to them by Twolegs.  Clan cats live in the wild and take care of themselves and each other."

"Can you talk to the kittypets?"

"Of course," he meows.  ". . . There are legends about cats who don't talk but I haven't ever met one."

Cam finds a cat video with plenty of meowing on his computer and plays it, trying to see if it makes sense now.

No.  The tom cocks his head at the sound.

"Okay, apparently the cats where I'm from do not speak this language, if they talk at all."

"Very disconcerting."

"I mean, maybe it's just that this cat speaks a different language, I don't know, but I thought I'd check. You guys are organized in 'clans'?"

"Yes.  I'm the deputy of ThunderClan, and there are also WindClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan.  And StarClan."

"...that's it?"

"Well, there are rogues and loners too."

"Fair enough. And you have a philosophical objection to being fed."

"It's against the warrior code."

"What warrioring do you guys do?"

"We defend our territory and the cats who live in it."

"From?"

The tom looks around at the burnt forest surrounding them.

"Lots of things.  Or, try to."

"...like forest fires, or...?"

He dips his head.  "Like forest fires."