The lithe silver tabby appeared at the border, the gentle rattling of a tag that marked her with the name 'Meenah' producing the only sound as it hit against the other tags on her collar. A kittypet. Taking one sniff of the border, the molly stepped over it, knowing exactly what she was doing. A cocky grin crossed her face as she did so, claws sheathing and unsheathing. "Yo, mouse-brains!" The kittypet yowled out, tail lashing. "I heard you guys got some sort of gang or somethin' out here, yeah?" Although it was a simple question, a...rather challenging tone was attached to it. Hey, sometimes living as a kittypet got boring! Can't a chick just go out and slap a clan cat every once and awhile?
"speech." or "speech."