"Ha, good one," Wind says. "I'm sure you'll find we are selfish as any cat. We only talk to the stars when we need them for something. We just like the forest more than those horrible twolegs is all... Heron's the only one who'll be at your standards." Wind shivered suddenly, shaking invisible dirt from his pelt. Why was he so at ease with this strange tom? Because he was trying to make a weird situation normal, probably. He didn't know what to do about this cat. I couldn't turn the cat away, but I shouldn't be getting friendly either. This thought resurfaced, and Wind vowed to keep it in mind.