To Northstar Vale we go...

Scratch grinned at the thought. "Well, it was one of my brothers that dragged me into that kind of lifestyle. Lost sight of him after the flood, and forgot his name, but he was always so fascinated with their culture. I guess that most of them were alright with us around, but there were those who waved these things called brooms to get us away. My brother says that they're used for sweeping, but I think they're for getting rid of us. We could easily slip through the alleyways undisturbed, but he was attacked by a cat and got this scar across his nose. Still, it was a nice place to live at. I wonder where he is now..." he bit his lip, thinking where he could be. He quickly thought of other things. "Their food is awful though, so I would say to avoid that..." he felt a rumble, stopping for a second. He glanced around, wondering where it was coming from...