Hey, guess what guys? I'm starting a story with my friend Shadowdragon! Each of us will write one chapter, then the next one is the other authors. This one's Shadowdragon's!

Now, the adventure of New Girl, New Cat begins!

Eragon had Saphira land behind a large hill a safe distance away from the Varden encampment. They had done so because the last thing either the Rider or dragon wanted was to be bombarded by miracle seekers right after a tiring patrol watching for Empire advancement. The information proved false, but only after several, pain filled hours of sitting in the saddle.

Eragon felt the summer breeze blow fresh on his face. It was simply intoxicating to smell the freshness of the air. Stretching his tired muscles, the Rider settled down on his dragon's scaly back to watch the puffy white clouds drift lazily across the sky.

Do you think that someday this will all end Saphira? Eragon asked sincerely. He rarely felt this solemn before.

One day, Little One. One day, the Oathbreaker will fall, the great dragoness replied, trying her best to comfort the partner of her heart-and-mind. But she was completely lost when it came towards Eragon's human emotions. They were always so complicated, so confusing it made her head hurt.

Saphira settled down in the green grass. All Saphira wanted to do is to relax and not do anything for a while. The dragon even blew a content puff of smoke from her nostrils, getting a laugh out of her Rider.

After about an hour, Eragon let out a sigh of defeat.

We should be getting back to Nasuada. We don't want her sending the entire army after us.

Saphira's grumbling chuckle shook the grassy field. But she understood that their time alone was over. Now it was back to being paraded around like zoo animals.

Yet, the dragoness felt quite odd about something. It was like the fire in her belly was flickering in the wind. Something extraordinary was bound to happen, that was for sure. And very quickly.

But Saphira kept the strange feelings to herself, stopping the flow of emotions into her partner. She didn't want to worry Eragon even more.

Her blue-sapphire scales rippled like a river as she stood up on all fours. Then, Saphira stretched out like a cat, yawning and exposing her jagged, dagger-like fangs. Her eyelids drooped sleepily as Eragon sat up.

The dragoness launched herself into the sky once more. But instead of using her wings to pound the air senseless, she simply glided like a bat.

They landed near a cluster of tents that belonged to members of the Council. Guards surrounded the pair, keeping the spectators behind their impenetrable line.

Trying his hardest not to roll his eyes, Eragon walked towards his sleeping quarters. His muscles were tight and taunt from sitting on Saphira's back all day.

Meanwhile, said dragon barely even took a step towards her Rider's temporary home. She lay down again, tiredness settling over her like a coming thunderstorm.

Eragon saw the half-asleep dragoness and smiled. For right now, he didn't care about sleeping like an upper class man. Eragon just wanted to be close to her just as he was on that long ago journey with Brom.

Gazing up at the sky, Eragon stared in wonder. A bright, golden sphere grew in the distance; the moon. The stars lit up the sky like hundreds of dwarven lanterns. A sparkling, dusty cluster of those said stars helped make the night look as if it were caused by a powerful magic.

Sleepy, the Rider leaned on Saphira's side. She felt unnaturally warm in the cool evening air.

Saphira, still awake, draped her bat-like wing over her partner-of-heart-and-mind. She then snaked her head over by Eragon, settling down and eventually falling into a dreamless slumber…

A groan was made audible throughout the Varden camp. Soon, a responding hiss echoed. Catlike-blue eyes blinked in the darkness. Furry paws strode past snoring men to get away from the herbalist who was trying to get the cat to come back to her. Never, never would he return to her.

Solembum picked up even more agility, as Angela was trying to catch up. She was flailing her arms in a rage, like she was spasming uncontrollably.

I'm done! I'm done with being your test animal mad woman! The werecat yowled to the odd woman's mind. His dark fur bristled as he remembered the latest experiment. He wouldn't stop croaking for days.

"Come on you old, fat cat! It was an accident! I thought you knew that!" Angela didn't even bother to speak telepathically. Once the soldiers start snoozing, they won't wake up unless they're dragged out of their cots.

Turning me into a toad wasn't helping your case!

"Frog!"

Angela stopped mid stride in front of a large tent. Its two occupants were sleeping soundly, and on occasion there was a content snore. Hatching an idea like an egg, the herbalist smiled. She grabbed two clear liquids out of her bag and started to move towards the unconscious forms.

What are you doing now?

"Keep your fur on Solembum!" Angela hissed. She didn't want her new subjects to wake.

"If you don't want to test these tonics, I have to find the next best thing."

She went into the tent, unknowingly starting a problem she doesn't know how to fix…

Hoped you liked it! Please R&R!