This was just an idea of mine, but then I drew a few pictures and thought seriously about writing it down. So, after about two or three weeks, here's the first chapter of this idea.

I do not own Doctor Who or Warriors... but I wish I did.

All was peaceful around the lake. The sky was turning rose-pink in the west, where the sun was gently lowering to the mountain's edge.

A sudden whirring noise cut through the air. A few birds chirped and spread their wings, ready to fly away as a large blue box hurtled out of the sky. With a slight thud it landed next to a bubbling stream on a patch of deserted moorland.

The mechanic noise quietened down, eventually stopping. Almost immediately, a door opened and a tall man dressed in a brown suit jumped out, breathing in the fresh air. He glanced around and clapped his hands together. "Perfect timing," he beamed. "Hey, Martha, you can come out now!"

Martha came out behind him. Her brown eyes widened as she took in the landscape. "Oh, wow," she breathed. "Which planet's this?"

The man beside Martha shot her a questioning look. "I'd have thought you recognised your home planet."

"I've never been anywhere like this on Earth, Doctor," she replied, and the man known as the Doctor grinned.

"I know all you really wanted to do was have a break from monsters and aliens, so I decided to bring you here. This place has a great sunset."

Martha glanced at the sky. In the east, the sky was darkening to a navy blue, while in the west, it glowed golden around the setting sun. "It's beautiful."

The Doctor sat down on the moorland, then rested his hands under his head and lay down. Martha joined him, enjoying the fresh breeze that brushed past them and rustled the purple heather. For a while they just sat there in silence, enjoying the peace and quiet.

After what seemed like ages, Martha raised her hand and pointed across the lake. "Umm, Doctor?"

"What is it?" the Doctor sat up and starred where she was pointing. "Oh," he said softly as he watched the dense black clouds gathering. "Didn't say anything about that on the weather report."

Martha bit her lip, sitting up beside him. It wasn't far that they'd finally come to a trouble-free place like this, only to have it ruined by a storm. She caught the distant rumble of thunder as the clouds drew nearer.

"Sorry, Martha," the Doctor apologised, looking slightly forlorn. "It looks like we'll have to be on our way again. That's a fierce electrical storm."

A light rain pattered onto the ground around them. Groaning, Martha stood up and began to follow the Doctor to the TARDIS. He was already there, pulling out the key to his ship and getting ready to insert it in the lock on the door. It was dark now; the storm had moved quickly. Lightening flashed over the lake, making Martha shield her eyes.

"There we go," the Doctor said brightly, pulling the door open.

Just as a bolt of lightening struck him and he crumpled to the ground.

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"Nicely caught, Whitewing," Ashfur meowed as his fellow warrior padded over with a mouse in her mouth. She dropped it in front of her.

"Thanks, Ashfur," she smiled, licking a forepaw and drawing it over her face. She suddenly stopped, and glanced up at the sky.

"What is it?" Ashfur asked, following her gaze. His dark blue eyes widened in amazement. "What the…"

As the blue box hurtled out of the sky, Ashfur and Whitewing glanced at one another and then turned and dashed into the cover of a nearby bush. Whitewing was trembling, her snowy fur bristling. Ashfur pressed his pelt comfortingly against her own as he peered out through the twigs and leaves.

The blue box had landed on WindClan's territory. As Ashfur watched, a Twoleg emerged from behind it.

Whitewing shrank back even more. "Ashfur," she whispered. "I think we should go back."

Ashfur ignored her, not taking his eyes off what was happening. Another Twoleg, a female this time, had also come out. Ashfur watched as they lay down on the grass, an idea forming in his mind.

"Ashfur, we really should go back," Whitewing muttered, drawing her tail around herself.

Ashfur glanced at her, then at the mysterious box and the Twolegs. "Wait here," he meowed, slowly creeping out into the open. He heard a sharp hiss from Whitewing, but he kept going. It wasn't that far a distance, and the Twolegs seemed preoccupied enough…

Holding his tail high, he splashed through the stream. Shaking himself out while hiding behind a few reeds, he checked on the Twolegs. The male had sat up, and was staring over in the direction of ShadowClan territory.

Quickly, Ashfur dashed across the moorland grass. He came to a halt next to the box, and stared at it in wonder. For the first time, he felt a flicker of fear. He was so close to the Twolegs…

Something tickled his ear. Ashfur glanced up. A light drizzle was starting to fall. Black clouds covered the sky, and now the rain was falling more heavily. Twitching his ears to try and get it offAshfur moved closer to the blue box for protection. His fur brushed against it.

There was a bright flash, and Ashfur knew no more.,