He nodded, hopping onto the fence to get into the pen. "Look at those horns," he purred, obviously impressed. "And the fur; no spots. Just pure black." Snakepaw's eyes lingered on some of the scars on the bull's hide; one burn mark in particular. It looked like one of the two-legs scribbles.

He blinked. "Hey, look- a hole in the wall. Where do you think it leads?" Snakepaw gestured to a tear in the metal wall across from them. 

Snakepaw followed, the bull stepping on the tip of his tail. He yowled, then dashed after her. His eyes watered from the pain. "This better be worth it.." he hissed as they walked through the tunnel.

; Meanwhile ;

Tonks and Wren sat in silence, eyes fixed on the tunnel entrance. Two kits played happily in front of them. The female kit, Crow, was identical to her father. The male kit, Chain, was the spitting image of his mother.

Chain sat upright, head cocked to one side. "I smell some weird cats," he mewed, eyes wide. Crow stopped batting him with her paw and did the same. "Who are they?"

Tonks and Wren only chuckled at their kits' curiosity. They were so much like their older siblings. "Not sure," he said. "They smell different."

Snakepaw smirked, and puffed out his chest as he took the lead. The air started to smell stale, and the scent of the strange cats grew stronger. He poked his head out of the tunnel nervously, to be greeted with a friendly meow. He trotted out, looking behind himself for Wishcomet.

Chain and Crow hissed and bristled, unsheathing their small claws. While their mother soothed them, Tonks smiled. "Welcome!" 

"Curiosity killed the cat," Wren chimed, looking them over with pleasant eyes. Her tail tip flicked back and forth. The kits glared at them with reproachful eyes.

"Ah, but satisfaction brought it back," Tonks objected. "There is no intrusion here; only a visit. It has been a while since I have last had visitors. It seems Chain and Crow have lost their manners."

He chuckled. Wren continued, "Did you have any trouble with the bull? He can get quite nasty at times. Impales the no-furs with its big horns when its angry." 

"I'm Wren, by the way," she purred, rasping a tongue over her chest. Her tail touched the top of each kits head as she said their name. "This is Chain and Crow." Her eyes danced as she glanced at her mate. "And that's Tonks."

"Snakepaw," he said bluntly with a forced smile. "We're from StrikeClan."  

Tonks frowned, as if he hadn't wanted the question to come up. "The humans put it there,"  he said. "Moons after we made our home. Wren was expecting her first litter then; we didn't want to risk moving, so we stayed. It hasn't been too much trouble." 

Snakepaw nodded. 

Wren nodded. "Its a nice place to raise a family."

Snakepaw, after a little stretch of awkward silence, cleared his throat. "I guess we'd better get going, then..."  

Wren nodded, and flicked her tail as farewell. Tonks said roughly, "If you need anything, just drop by... my family and I are particularly skilled in the art of medicine." 

Snakepaw nodded, starting to retreat towards the tunnel. "Thanks,"  he said over his shoulder. "We'll remember that."