"...I hope that means that many Twoleg-derived meals have touched plastic, and not that it tastes like a Twoleg."

"It tastes like all their - " she yawns "things smell."

"I think it smells fine," mews Princess.

"Well, you would."

"Plastic is very useful. Is this a serious enough problem that I need to find alternate preservation methods?"

"It is already going to be very difficult to convince the rest of the Clan to give up hunting, even for a short time."

"Yeah, I was afraid of that. Hopefully none of the prey are having politics."

"If you're facing trying to get all Clans to give up hunting forever, I should meet with them before introducing you.  I think this is likely enough to make a difference in how they receive the idea that it will be worth the delay even if prey animals are like cats."

"I'll defer to you on that."

"Would you meet me at dawn tomorrow?"

"Sure. Here?"

"At the edge of Twolegplace or in Princess's yard would be fine.  If we'll be seeing each other again so soon, I suggest you give us a day's worth of fresh-kill without any Twoleg wrappings, which we can eat all of before it turns to crowfood.  And a few for me to bring as offerings to the other Clans."

"Sure." He makes an assortment, unwrapped but at least initially free of any spores that will molder them.

"The other three Clans prefer to eat fish, rabbits, and amphibians and reptiles."

He can make samples of each. Salmon, bunny, frog.

"Thank you again.  At dawn."  He touches noses with Princess as a goodbye, and ignores Sandstorm's quietly-sour demeanor, and re-rouses Cinderpelt for their prey-laden walk back to camp.  She leans on him for much of the way, and he tries to focus on the joy of her healing instead of the guilt at the memory of the last time he helped his former apprentice home after a major reconfiguration to her limbs.

"Is it time to go see my housefolk?" asks Princess excitedly, positioning herself at Cam's feet.

"As long as that isn't understood to pose too much risk of the clans being discovered!"

"I think they said it was fine.  Pick me up!"

Scoop! Scritch scritch. "Which way?"

She points with her nose rather than stop purring to talk.

He carries her through the woods to her house.

"This one!" she says of a fenced-in backyard with a sliding glass door.

"Okay - I'm going to put on a coat so the wings don't startle people -" He doesn't have to put her down to do this but it does shift his grip a little when sleeves start existing. "And I'm going to go around to the front." He goes around to the front and knocks.

"Hello?"