Maple had been looking for Blue Belle, it wasn’t really because of anything but just wanting to get away from the endless yelling and arguing that was Dusk and Dodge. How couldn’t they get along? He shrugged, it was something he didn’t know, but he didn’t really care. He was trying to think of where the molly might be, and found traces of her scent around a kind of door up near the roof. How could she have gotten up there? His eyes glanced around, trying to find any way to the only cat that seemed to acknowledge his existence sometimes. Haybales! the word came to his mind, and he jumped up the lumps until he was almost at the door. Using his long legs to jump, he managed to make his way up onto owl door, sitting next to Blue awkwardly, trying to keep his balance. “So...why are you up here?” the tom asked simply, looking at the molly quietly, as though he was almost angry she had dissapeared, dispite him being mostly relieved.