Cam finds a cat video with plenty of meowing on his computer and plays it, trying to see if it makes sense now.

No.  The tom cocks his head at the sound.

"Okay, apparently the cats where I'm from do not speak this language, if they talk at all."

"Very disconcerting."

"I mean, maybe it's just that this cat speaks a different language, I don't know, but I thought I'd check. You guys are organized in 'clans'?"

"Yes.  I'm the deputy of ThunderClan, and there are also WindClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan.  And StarClan."

"...that's it?"

"Well, there are rogues and loners too."

"Fair enough. And you have a philosophical objection to being fed."

"It's against the warrior code."

"What warrioring do you guys do?"

"We defend our territory and the cats who live in it."

"From?"

The tom looks around at the burnt forest surrounding them.

"Lots of things.  Or, try to."

"...like forest fires, or...?"

He dips his head.  "Like forest fires."

"I am trying to figure out how cats fight forest fires and I got nothing."

"Poorly," he mews, somewhat mournfully.  "We helped the kits and elders evacuate; I don't know how you'd go about fighting fire."

"Well, I'd do it with magic, but nonmagical twolegs use water sources, generally speaking, or other things that can smother fire."

"StarClan did send rain.  I still don't know how living cats would do it.  Squeezing out soaked balls of moss on the flames, if it were a very small one?"

"...StarClan are dead cats?"

"They're our warrior ancestors, yes."

"And by 'they sent rain' you mean 'it rained'?"

"Yes."

"I see. Well. - Would you recognize the twolegs' language if you heard a sample of it?"