𝓢𝓾𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱
Find Information to Reunite the Kittens
The late green-leaf sun warmed the patrol's pelts as they navigated through the two-leg suburbs. The large twoleg dens were surrounded by short-clipped grass, sparse trees and thunderpaths that left the patrol feeling uncomfortably exposed. A rowan tom led the group, keeping his clanmates within the shadows and out of sight as they drew near a red-bricked twoleg den surrounded by a wooden fence. Raucous squawking and whistling could be intermittently heard from within but sounded unlike any bird native to their woodland home.
Briarstep
Briarstep's claws dug deeply into the soft wooden fence as he clambered to the top. He took a deep breath, sniffing for threats before leaping to the soft, manicured grass on the other side. "It's clear," he meowed, calling the rest of the patrol to the other side of the fence. "I don't see a soul. But, I know Ken and Barbie told Echosong they lived in a stone two-leg home with a loud, squawking bird. This fits the description..." he mewed, whiskers drawn back in annoyance as the bird let out another shrill, excited cry. He couldn't see it, but it was within the darkened windows of the den. "Let's look for clues and see if anyone is here. Ken and Barbie are so young, and I'm sure their mother is worried sick if she does live here."