[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Derp Katz

Gray looked around and saw that the flying Twoleg den was on fire when it crashed. "I don't think any of the Twolegs are coming to get us...", he mewed. "Fire is dangerous.... The Twolegs are never coming back...", he struggled to saw the words. Gray was on the same flying Twoleg den, Desertmoon was on. He padded over to her. "Hi, Desertmoon. It's super hot out here and there's barely any water. Where do you think we would find food, water, and shelter?", Gray asked, licking his matted light gray fur that had some dirt, sand, and grass on it.

"We'll just ave to keep going until we find the nearest shelter..." She said in her weird accent.