Pouncepaw screeched in resentment as the Twoleg grabbed hold of his long tail. He whirled around, trying to rake the Twoleg's paw with his sharp claws. Pouncepaw's amber eyes darted over to a Twoleg cat carrier. It looked rather roomy, with small holes poked in the sides and top to let light shine in. A light blue thing covered the bottom of it. The youngest one, a male, squealed in excitement. The eldest Twoleg seemed to have silenced it, as it quieted down quickly. The older Twoleg kit, a female, tipped its head to the side as it said something.