This is the first Twoleg to speak to her, and the thing that shocks her the most is that- it's speaking cat. Bluestar lets out another hiss, but despite herself her fur is slowly lowering. It's hard to keep up blind panic when the thing reaching out to you can be spoken to and understood.

Slowly, very slowly, Bluestar leans forward to sniff the hand. Her eyes never leave the Twoleg's face, never stop being wide enough to see the ring of white around them.

"You could say that." Her voice is, shockingly, still calm. There's a definite edge to it, but she's doing her best to keep a diplomatic tone. "How are you speaking?"