"He was the one who tried to warn me about him."

"And you've since come to the conclusion that Fireheart was right?"

"Given that Tigerstar tried to have me killed:  yes."

"How did that play out?"

"Have you not already heard; he sent rogues to attack ThunderClan."

"I had heard but it's turning out to be sort of complicated so I was hoping for more detailed perspectives on it."

"I see."

"Can you tell me about how you learned that he sent them?"

"Fireheart said before it happened.  And Tigerstar sent nearly all of our warriors out on patrol, so the camp was underdefended."

"Okay. His story was framed differently and my way of gathering evidence doesn't discriminate well between different motives."

"You okay?"

"What a strange question."

"...it's pretty customary where I'm from."

"If you say so."

"Uh, in this case I said it because you went quiet and I wasn't clear on why."

Bluestar doesn't immediately respond to that either, and then her ears prick up sharply and she swivels her head around to stare in the direction she came from.

"What's -" He turns to look too.

"Quiet," she snaps, and proceeds to hold very still except for tilting her head up slightly.

Cam can hear - something, in the distance, after a moment; it's difficult to make out what exactly -

- and then visible in glimpses through the trees it becomes clear that a fuckoff big, extremely buff hawk is somehow flying above the canopy with an entire screaming, struggling cat in its talons.

- Cam flings his coat off and launches himself into the air with a burst of high-pressure air since he doesn't have the room to take off conventionally in the woods, and he chases the hawk, which is going to gradually have heavier and heavier things added to it, he doesn't want it to crash but being forced to land would be fine, and if it drops the cat he can give the cat a parachute -

That proves necessary.  The hawk stumbles in the air and gets rid of what weight it can as it attempts to flee.

Parachute. Cam will try to also actually catch the cat but he's not sure he can. The hawk will be fine, all the weights are attached with a little ice and will melt off presently.

He can catch the cat, who does not at any point stop screaming or struggling (with claws), and has blood seeping into his fur from a few deep scratches running across his back and neck.

When they're safely on the ground he says "Hold still for a second and I can help you with that -"

The cat does not react to this at all.  The wailing continues.