The fence. The big, long, white border between the forest and Twolegplace. Whenever she'd come near it, Tulippaw had often wondered if it stretched on forever. Now, she wondered how they were going to get over it.
"It's not as hard as it looks," Gingerpaw said as she approached it. "It's just a bit of a jump and a climb." Leaning back on her hind legs, Gingerpaw lunged at the fence, dug her claws into the wood, and pulled herself over. Sitting on the fence, she looked back at Tulippaw and Waterpaw, satisfied. "See? All you have to do is jump, get on a grip on the fence, and climb up. Now you try."
Digging her claws into the ground, Tulippaw leapt at the fence, only to have her head slam into it. Tumbling back on the ground, Tulippaw shook out her head, embarrassed.
"Try again," said Gingerpaw. This time, when Tulippaw lunged for the fence, Gingerpaw bit her paw and helped her up.
"Ouch!" snapped Tulippaw.
"Sorry," said Gingerpaw. Now it was Waterpaw's turn. Backing up, Waterpaw jumped and clawed at the fence, only to slide back down to the ground.
"Need help?" offered Gingerpaw.
"No, no, I'm fine," Waterpaw huffed. She backed up, ran straight at the fence, jumped, and landed right on top of the fence, not needing to pull herself up.
"Let's move," said Gingerpaw. Weaving their way through the many Twoleg nests, Tulippaw turned to Gingerpaw.
"How are we supposed to find those kittypets here?" she asked.
"We just follow their scent trails," answered Gingerpaw. Following a scent trail through Twolegplace proved to be much harder than following a trial through the woods. There were so many dizzying, different scents, and they got lost several times. One Twoleg even sprayed them with water to shoo them away. But after what seemed like forever, they finally found the nest. Following the scent trails, the three found a tiny flap that led them into the nest. Since they had made it that far and there was no going back, they plunged in.