A/N: Trust me, I know what I'm doing. You'll see some of the cats I listed in the next chapter, promise! I just don't want to put too much up for you to read . w. And I fixed this chapter, I forgot to italicize something.

"Do you ever wonder why they won't let us out of the house?" Spencer asked, watching as his sister played with a little round green bell across the floor. He sat on the windowsill, looking outside as the two legs played some strange game.

"We're strays, Spencer." Chio replied, tossing the bell up into the air, listening to the melody it created. "They're afraid we'll leave them if we go outside." She gave up the game after awhile, and went to sit next to her brother to look outside the window. Her gray tabby pelt was sleek and shown in the sunlight.

"Well that's stupid. Why would we want to leave? Out there is uncertain, in here there's food, shelter, and certainty." The ginger tabby tom replied, shaking his head. "Twolegs, they think weird things sometimes…"

Chio gave his ear a quick lick as he jumped from the sill to the floor, padding for the food and water dish in the corner of the living room. Sure, the water was a little off tasting, and the food was crunch and always varied in flavor, (The twolegs always brought home different bags pellets.) but this place was safe. This place was home. He almost couldn't believe how afraid he was the first week he was brought into the house.

"-----, I'm scared!" The ginger kitten said, cowering in fear under some strange smelling structure. Nothing smelled right, nothing was familiar. Their mother was nowhere to be found, and the two leg kits kept picking them up for some strange reason.

"I don't know what to do…" The gray kitten replied. "I wish momma were here, she'd know what to do!" Suddenly, one of the two legs picked her up by the scruff of her neck. She stiffened up immediately as her brother meowed frantically after her.

"I can't believe its been nearly four moons since then…" He said quietly, nose close to the water as he it lapped up.

"Best moons of my life!" Chio replied, pouncing on him from behind.

"We were only one moon old when we came!" Spencer meowed playfully as he flipped her over, pinning the smaller kit down. She squirmed, trying to release herself, but she was clearly out matched, so she settled for admitting defeat.

"I know, but all the same." She replied as Spencer rolled off from top of her. Her ears pricked forward, hearing footsteps entering the house. "They're inside, and I think I smell the little kit with them."

Spencer's ears fell backwards. The little kit always grabbed them and handled them roughly. Then he got scolded for scratching him later; there was no justice in it! At least the oldest of the three kits, the female, she at least was careful with them. Silly though, she even tried to speak their tongue. It was often unclear and incoherent, but at least comprehensible.

"Here, here!" The garbled meow sounded at the door.

"That would be her calling us, c'mon," Chio said, bounding off towards the front door, Spencer close behind. They were both greeted with ear and chin scratches, and much, much petting. Their purring mixed together, even with tolerating the rough petting from the littlest one.

"Hey Chio?"

"Yeah Spencer?"

Both were in the laps of the oldest kit, nearly asleep and curled around each other.

"I wonder what the forest was like?"