Fireheart looks like he maybe does mind answering questions about this after all.

Tallstar steps in.  "Most warriors don't know very much about what it's like to be a kittypet."

"I suppose that's unsurprising."

"And the things most do know are that Twolegs have lots of things that smell bad, and they made the Thunderpath, and drown kits, and they'll take you away and lock you up, and the Cutter will make you lazy, and they have bad food, and when they come out in the wild they're noisy and scare away all the prey.  And kittypets are the cats who don't mind any of that enough to not make denmates of them."

"They have bad food?"

"Worse than fresh-kill, certainly."

"Fair enough."

"I - have deep respect for some kittypets.  But that's why certain Clan cats feel the way they do."

Nod nod. Do cats nod.

"Anywhere along this next stretch would be a fine place for the bridge.  I don't know if there are specifics of the landscape that make a difference in precisely how many fox-lengths along it should be."

"Heh, fox-lengths. I need to see both sides of the path..." He peers around, then strides across to the other side, and picks a site. A bridge arcs over the road; his computer performs a laser measurement and he adds a clearance sign, and then a pair of warning signs regarding that clearance a ways up and down the road.

The cats are all fairly awed by this.  Fireheart tentatively steps forward to sniff the base.

It smells like wood, pretty much.

And it supports his weight if he veeeeery slowly steps on it?

Yup!

The other cats start sniffing as Fireheart steps his way across, until a car comes by and he darts back as fast as he can.  "It's safe," he declares, fur on end.  ". . . Leopardfur will be traveling to Highstones tonight; you should tell her of this if you see her."

" - Ah.  We will."

"Who's Leopardfur?"

" - I suppose I didn't really introduce you; she's the new leader of RiverClan.  Tomorrow she'll be Leopardstar."

"Is that how that works? I didn't get name conventions along with the language. I hope the bridge is useful to her."

"Yes, it's after she gets her nine lives from StarClan.  The bridge will be useful to all of us."

"I'm glad."

The cats all take turns investigating the bridge a bit more; Gorsepaw even stays in the middle while a car goes by, though he presses himself very flat to the floor as it passes.

While they're doing this, Onewhisker returns, accompanied by two black and white cats.

"Good morning," Cam says to these cats.

They startle a little even though they were presumably told to expect the talking Twoleg.  "Good morning!  Nice bridge."