It's still been half a year since she's been able to move with any speed; she trips and wipes out almost immediately.  But she's right back up, giving it another go, and the same is true after the next two times.

A bit out of breath, she turns back to Cam.  "Thank you.  Again."

"You're welcome!"

She yawns and flops down.  "Ugh, wish I hadn't taken those poppy seeds - suppose I don't know whether I would have moved without them . . ."

Sandstorm licks Cinderpelt's head.  "I recall we were originally going to discuss whether Cam should talk to other Twolegs on our behalf."

"Oh, would you do that?  I have so many questions for my housefolk and things I want to tell them!"

"I wouldn't mind! Conveniently humans in this universe seem to speak some of the languages I already know from mine. What do you want to say to them?"

"Why is Jackie so sad all the time?  She should not cuddle me so that I can't get away even when she is very sad.  I want to visit my kits who live far away, or have them come to see me.  And my other siblings!  There's a type of food I like that they stopped giving me a while back and I don't know why.  They should hang up the birdfeeder again."

"Well, I don't know how receptive they'll be to all those suggestions but if you show me where you live I can try to convince them that I am a cat whisperer. This might involve proving that I can communicate with you and vice-versa, like me telling you to do stuff that would have been too complicated to train you to do without talking or you reporting to me on stuff that's in another room."

"I can do that.  Oh, and you can tell them that Cloudpaw is alive!  They probably think he died."

" - Don't tell the Twolegs about the Clans at least until we've discussed it with more cats.  Please."

"...would reporting that Cloudpaw is alive constitute telling them about the Clans?"

"I think communicating anything from cats to Twolegs has a risk of putting us all in danger, because we don't know why Twolegs do almost any of the things they do which affect Clan cats, and anyone not involved in the decision to let them know about us would be right to be very angry that it was made without them.  Fireheart, why didn't you bring Bluestar here?"

"Bluestar is . . . occupied," he replies uneasily.

"Well.  In any case it should wait until after the next Gathering; all Clans should have input in something as big as this."

"When is the next Gathering?"

"On the full moon."

"Well, none of Princess's concerns sounded especially urgent, but it's possible I will want to talk to some Twolegs before that time, depending on what the moon is doing today and how long months are here."

"Wouldn't it be alright for him to say my things as long as they don't know forest cats exist."

"I don't see a problem with Cam speaking with other Twolegs in ways that don't draw any attention to us, right, Sandstorm?"

"I bet he'd be really good at that!  He wouldn't tell me anything at all about you even though I thought you and Cloudpaw had died."  She presses flanks with Fireheart and nuzzles him.

". . . It seems like your own business who you talk to as long the Clans don't come up," Sandstorm acquiesces to Cam.  "But if you fail to talk around it then, again, every cat in the forest will be correct in their anger towards you."

"I can understand why you would not want a bunch of twolegs previously unaware that you were people to become apprised of feral cats living in the forest! It seems like that could in fact end badly if it were handled wrong. Uh. Now that I think about it, what do you guys eat."

"Thank you for taking this seriously.  Prey?"

"And, uh, how sure are you that prey... is not people."

"By that do you mean whether they can talk to others of their kind?"