You sneak out of your twoleg-place, thinking this is your big day in wilderness. You hear rustling behind you, and when you look, it stops. You decide it's just your mind playing tricks on you. You shrug, then walk away. Several heartbeats later, a tom lands on top of you, baring his teeth. "What do you think you are doing, mouse-brained kittypet? You are far away from your twoleg-place. Go back, or you will know what visiting StarClan is."