The two cats were already thinking of a way to remove the boxes without being seen by Twolegs. "I think I should distract it." the she-cat meowed, snickering.
"You do that." he responded, rolling his eyes. "I'll go get a box. But they're a little big, and it's filled with bees…"
"Ok, I'll go yowl in front of it while withering in pain, and you get the box."
"But what if it isn't distracted?"
"Who could ever ignore a screaming cat?" she protested.
"Good point."
The she-cat smiled. "Go now." At her command, he sped into the Twoleg cabin area, and tried to snag the box in between his claws and drag it down to the ground. But it was difficult. The bees were always buzzing around, and with fear he pried his claws loose. He began to wish he was the distracter.
The she-cat padded quietly in front of a Twoleg who was doing something with the bees. She lay her body on one side in front of it, and began to yowl most terribly. Her legs threw into unimaginable spasms as her body convulsed like crazy.
The Twoleg turned, and rushed to her aid. As he began to examine her, she howled louder, and louder still. But she then realized with horror at what exactly it was doing with those bees.
Five of the boxes were wide open! The bees escaped with a rush of wings, floating into the air and disappearing. "Oh no…" she thought. She stopped convulsing, her voice stopped shrieking, her legs stopped trembling. Her whole body seemed to shut down at the sight of the bee escape.
The Twoleg seemed to be confused at all this, but as it turned, it let out a shocked yell. It probably knew the bees escaped too. This was the moment when the she-cat scampered off. With a rush of paws, she ran to her friend, who was still struggling with the bees.
"I let the bees escape!" she meowed desperately.
"You what!" he yowled, shocked. "How?"
"I distracted the Twoleg while it began to open the boxes! When it came to look at me, the bees flew right out! I blew it!" she yowled quite quickly.
"Well, these two boxes weren't freed yet." he said encouragingly. It didn't help much though.
"But I let the others go… what damage do you think this will cause now!" Her eyes began to widen and her voice became exasperated gasps.
"Calm down. We can still tell the Clan about this."
"Calm down!" She glared into him. "I lowered the chances of the forest's survival, and you expect me to calm down!"
"Let's just bring these boxes back and-"
"Don't you treat me like a sad kit! Don't you dare try to comfort me! You understand!" she hissed. The tom shut himself up at those words. Then the he-cat took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she mewed. "But I blew it. I blew it hard."
The tom stared at her sympathetically. But still, he kept his mouth shut. Any word can set her off again.
"Let's get these to the Clans." With a sigh, she grabbed the box around a hook like shape at the top, where the Twolegs carried it. "Get the other one."
And they start the mission now.