Dusty followed Raven, as he had found out his name, to another house. This one was falling apart and rotting planks were scattered across the yard. "Welcome to our home!" Several cats were wondering around the structure and waved their tails to motion hello. "You'll like it here, Dusty. Some of us were kittypets, some of us were forest cats, and some of us were born as rogues. You'll find that the Tribe of Rogues will welcome you." Raven stopped and looked Dusty straight in the eye, "You have to earn your position here."

Dusty looked around him, this was far less organized than the Wings around the Globe but gave the same, thrilling experience, "Wait, you're offering me a position in your Tribe?"

"Yes," Raven flicked his tail to another cat that was lazily licking his fur. "Howdy there, newcomer," the cat meowed.

"Hi, I'm Dusty" Dusty responded shyly.

"Yer gonna join? You'll like it here, Duster, or my names not Rust!"

Rust suddenly crouched low to the ground as a huge cat with long, saber teeth padded forward. "Who's this, Raven?"

Raven seemed to fight to get his words out. "He escaped from a twoleg nest and would make a good rogue. Look him over and see."

The cat scanned Dusty down. "I see another weak cat that will be no use to us… unless," the cat's eyes glimmered, "Unless he could be used to infiltrate the forest." She hissed evilly and swiped a paw lightly across Dusty's fur before swatting Rust away. "I have a lot to say to you," she whispered in Dusty's ear, "and very little time." She burst into maniacal laughter and swung her tail, hitting Raven and another cat walking fearfully past. "Come my precious dusty cat, you'll help me greatly." She unsheathed one claw and sliced a few strands of fur off of the orange cat, examining them in her giant paw. "You'll do very nicely indeed."

Dusty fallowed her in fear to the other side of the rotting house where a palace like room sat. Mice scampered across the ground and an old couch sat red in a corner. "Now, dusty cat, what is your name."

"Just… what you said, Dusty…"

"Ahhh, is that your name, how pleasant." She ran her claws across the couch, tearing its cushions and whipped her head around, "Unfortunately I don't like pleasant names."

"Well… then call me… Dusts… call me… Dustsaber?"

"Good choice of names, Dustsaber; fierce, warrior-like, like me. So, Dustsaber, I need your help. The forest cats have lived their life of luxury for far too long and now it is time for me to rule! You need to gather intel about their customs and patrols, especially their patrols. Now, Dustsaber, will you promise to gain the forest cats' trust to help… me?" She pressed her unsheathed claw to her chest lightly and collapsed back on the couch.

Dusty knew he didn't have a choice, "Yes, I promise to gain the forest cats' trust…"

The saber toothed cat ran her claws over Dusty's fur, "Good kitty. Now, run along and do as you're told. Oh, and don't forget your mittens!" Dusty ran from her as she through her head back and laughed.

Raven looked at Dusty wide eyed and shocked, "You're… going to the forest?" Dusty nodded. "Cats who go there never come back," Raven said it like a death sentence.

"I guess you're not going to like it here," Rust said gloomily.

Gwenlilly, Dusty had learned the saber toothed cat's name, showed him to another road heading towards the forest, "Just keep walking and you'll get to it. And don't get hit by monsters on the way!" She once again laughed and pushed Dusty face first onto the road. "Ta-ta, dusty cat!"

Dusty felt homesick as he trotted along the side of the road, knowing not where he was going. When dusk came was when he saw that the trees were growing denser. The orange and white cat began to feel his fur prickling at every step, aware that an evil cat could be hiding behind any tree waiting to pounce. A rustle in the trees was all he heard before heavy brown paws landed on him, pressing against his neck. "Who are you, kittypet?" he spat in Dusty's face. "You'd better have a good reason to be here!"