"Umm..." Althea gasped at the huge rats twice her size, "What are you here to do?"
"Save your wor-" Oreo is cut off as the blue glitchy portal appears on the wall and starts creeping towards them.
"Run!" Alex shouts and all the rodents start scrambling to get away from the spreading glitch. They streak up the entry tunnel and the last thing Althea saw before she tumbled into the twitching blue void was Marco, reaching for her, but missing by an inch. Then all was dark blue, then black.

Marco
"Althea! No!" He stretched his paw out to grab at his falling sister, but missed her, by an inch. As Althea and the rest of the mice fell into the portal, it started to retract slowly, and he ran for it.
"Mouse!" A young boy had scooped Marco up in his palm, "You'll be great with Muffin!"
"Muffin?" Marco thought, "Who's Muffin?" Marco was stuffed into a stuffy pocket and the child ran, to where, Marco did not know.

Althea
"Uggghhh..." Althea sat up, rubbing her small furry head, "Where am I?" She glaced around at the flat grass, and sparce trees, the most startling this was the edges of the land, as they dropped right down into a blue nothingness.
"Welcome to TFM!" A black and pink mouse shouted, wait, black and pink? What kind of mouse was this? Something was very, very, wrong.

The black and pink mouse was very odd, she had one blue and one pink eye, a cake with a feather sticking out of it on her head, and some type of heavy looking jewelry attached to her tail.
"Oh. You're confused right? I am too, you kinda just fell out of the sky... I'm Gadget!" Gadget spoke fast, kinda like Marco did after eating to much pie.
"Marco!" Althea shouted abruptly, causing Gadget to jump, "He's my little brother, have you seen him? Brown fur, scar on his eye, short and messy brown hair, normally wears this little collar thing and a leaf crown?"
"Sorry, even if I did see him, he could be anywhere." She pointed to the next floating platform over, where mice of all colors were tumbling over each other for cheese.
"Why are they all fighting for cheese like that? Isn't there enough food to go around?"
"Well three reasons, first having a lot of cheese is a status thing, we use cheese to buy stuff, and no, there isn't enough to go around. No matter how hard we search, the prominent food sources are cheese and fraises, with fraises being extremely rare." In the woods, fraises were pretty common, so this was shocking to Althea.
"I'll bring you back to my tribe house, you look pretty flustered."
"Finally something I understand, a tribe house."

Welcome to The Clairvoyant Caracals!
"Welcome to our tribe house! Here are my friends, Alex," A tan furred mouse wearing an old fashioned jacket waved. "Holly," A tuxedo furred mouse smiled at Althea then continued to wrap the present she was wrapping. "Birch and Blu," To mice can gliding down from the rafters, large feathers growing out of the undersides of there arms, they resembled an owl and a blue jay. "Einean is here somewhere. She doesn't live her, but she's kinda of friend, I'll find her later. And that mouse, she hasn't talked yet..." A sun furred mouse sat near a counter her head in her arms.
"Sunfern!" Althea yelled, "I thought you were all gone!"
1 found, 8 more friends to go, and with 5 (Or 6, Einean wasn't there.) more friends, Althea has hope for finding her friends.

The pocket was stuffy. Marco was very scared and also very, very unhappy. As he could hear, and feel the sensation of going up several flights of stairs, he was roughly yanked out of the pocket and sat upon the boys palm. First he saw the boys face, missing a front tooth, dirty blond hair flopping in all directions and a very goofy smile spread across his face. "Meet Muffin!" He yelled to Marco. Marco turned around and his blood nearly froze. First he saw a corn snake, curled in a terrainum, its dark eyes glinting, and then a cat, fat in its red woolen sweater, its eye glowed like orange orbs up at Marco. Not wanting to take his chances a either beast, Marco leaped, across the boys arms, sliding down the rough cotten of the boys shirt onto the hard wood floor. He skittered down the stairs, his claws harshly clicking on the cracked steps. He darted out the door, past the brown haired girls picking up an injured bumble bee from the dewy grass, past the park which held a fake red iron fire truck, past the dense forest trees, and into the swirling blue portal.