Scratch was quite pleased with One and Two. They had brought him a cat, someone who was apparently important somewhere else. He wasn't sure how true it was, but a cat to do some of his dirty work would be nice! For now though he had to keep an eye on her, and to do that the trusty old stump was called into action once again. He had no idea how clean it was in there, probably not very, but he had shoved the unconscious cat who he was told was called Nala into it, along with a mouse. It had been quite the fight he could see, both One and Two had scratches on their flanks and shoulders, as well as a few nastily bitten paws, but they had left their marks on Nala too. He wasn't sure their full extent, but there had been more scent of blood than their injuries warranted. @
~dust~