"We've got a lot of work cut out for us, me and you," Rock announced while I was devouring the mouse he had given me outside my den. "Thanks for reminding me," I muttered. "Finish up and meet me outside," he prompted, then left my den. "Rock, why is there so much space in your hollow?" I asked. "Can more than one cat train here?" "This hollow is not mine," Rock mewed. "It belongs to no one." "Then who else uses it?" I asked. "It was used as a bunker for cats during the Battle of Remere, where the two sides - Aphyix and Ceanthe - fought to the death over land." "No." "Then how could you -- " ~ "Pardon?"