Owners. The word makes her fur noticeably bristle. It's the word cats use, too, to demean anyone who choses to live with Twolegs as their pet.

But this one definitely won't know about the disdain that forest cats have for kittypets. Maybe that's best to keep to herself, until she can meet some of these cats and get a sense for the new political landscape she's found herself in.

"So you're also new." Bluestar takes a breath, and forces her fur to lay flat. "Then... maybe I'm the only cat that washed onto the shore, and maybe there are others by the... you said there was dock growing nearby?"

She doesn't know what a dock is. She does know there's an herb by the same name, although she doesn't really remember what it smells like.