The white tom looked at him with a frown and, with an uncertain glance backward, hurried after him, just barely skidding away in time of snapping jaws. Flinching, he resisted the urge to glance back and check on his tail, the tip stinging. Instead, he kicked it into high gear and stumbled after the other tom, all the while curses flying from his spitting lips.

"I am going to kill you, Crowmask, I swear to StarClan I am going to kill you!"

Zombiedance rolled his eyes. "You live to make my life as difficult as possible, don't you?" He muttered to himself, but his hackles still hadn't relaxed and he could still feel the heat of the monster – though he knew, rationally, that it wasn't behind them anymore – and scrabbled up the fence with multiple grunts and the scratching of his claws against the wood. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaws at the tom's words. "When I get up there," he huffed with the effort, "I'm going to-" He reached the top and regained his balance before he reached out and shoved the tom off the other side into the garden.

His eyes narrowed and he squared his shoulders, stretching himself on the fence until he was holding on only by his toes. Clearing his throat, he straightened his spine. "He prepares for the launch," he whispered to himself, "with a routine of a pike, armstand dive, somersault and bellyflop in the water." He inhaled a deep breath. "On three. One, two..." He launched himself into the air, spun and then landed straight on Crowmask, belly down and limbs outstretched. "And he makes the landing!"

He cackled, feeling himself grow playful once more now that the imminent threat of danger had passed. Going limp and allowing the tom underneath him to shove him off, he chuckled and stood straight. "Serves you right for getting us into this situation in the first place. Now," he looked around himself and 'hmm'ed in thought, "where are we?"

Zombiedance threw him a deadpan expression that bordered on exasperation. “How can you think of food right now? I would’ve thought you’d be a little too riled up to eat. Nothing gets past you though, does it?” He patted the tom’s belly with his tail and padded forward. “Whatever, you go check it out and fill up. I’m gonna see if I can find a way to get us out of here without getting killed.”

The tom clicked his tongue in thought. There was something about the idea of his friend providing for him that set him on edge. Plus he didn't exactly trust the prey around these parts; what if they were poisoned? "No. Be careful when you do; you don't know what's infected and what isn't." Eyes narrowing, he turned and leaped off toward the front of the lot, peeking his head around the corner of the building. There were two legs walking around but not too many; only one here and there. It was midday, so he assumed whatever it is the hairless creatures did as their duties, most of them were preoccupied. He scurried down the walk and slid into an alleyway. He needed to be undetected; at least, as invisible as he could be. He didn't want to get into any trouble, especially on his own.

Zombiedance's game of hide and seek with the ignorant passersby continued for some short moments before he located a wide alleyway that, unlike the others, was well-lit by the sun, the roof tops parting to allow the golden light to filter through. The foul smelling black land between the two strips of white was hot on his pads but the fence was right there; and just beyond? The forest. If he focused his senses, he could just detect the familiar scent of feline territory. He relaxed. He wasn't as comfortable with two legs as others who lived their lives like this – constantly on the run. Leaning against a wall for a moment, he caught his breath and thought back on his friend. Was he alright alone? He thought perhaps he'd be fine... Then again, anything could happen in this unpredictable and dangerous place... With that he took off back to the abandoned two leg land, keeping in mind the route he was retracing.

There was a stumble and the sound of cans toppling over before the tom skid into view, panting. The look in his eyes was wild, as if he’d been spooked. “What! What, what’s the matter? Where’s the?” He got into a fighting crouch, turning in sharp circles. “Where’s the?” He slowed down and blinked. Now that his heart wasn’t racing, he couldn’t detect any danger. He frowned. “Why were you yelling for me?”

The tom’s once nervous and worried expression become one of deadpan anger as he glared first at the mice and then at his friend. But the grin on his face was too much to remain angry and he soon sighed in defeat, nodding his head. “And they aren’t poisoned?” He sniffed one, taking a moment to assess in his mind before nodding in approval. “Alright. But we need to have enough to bring back home. It’s been far too long since we’ve seen Summer’s borders.”