Wood squealed, his fur bristling. He had just had a bad dream, that's for sure. He let his fur lie flat again, supported by Justice's kind support. It's okay, little one, go back to sleep. Wood shook his tiny head, thinking back a reply, but I'll just get the dream again. Justice sighed, There, I've programmed your next dream, and you'll like this one. She thought back. Wood guessed when she 'programmed' his next dream, it was more like, 'Hack into his brain, tug something out of his memory, and throwing something he'd never heard of in.' He hated it when she did that, but acted grateful, since she did just give him a good dream. Purring slightly, he rested his head on the moss-lined nest and closed his eyes. 'It was Green-Leaf, beautiful and luscious trees flourished, a nearby river trickled softly, and Wood imagined miniature pebbles getting pushed gently by the current. A single leaf fluttered to the ground, it twisted in the air, slowly, but surely, floating down to the ground. A gap in the leafy canopy radiated with sunlight, and he felt warmth flood through his whole body as he went to go stand in it. Nothing could ruin this day. A small, lithe body pattered past him, its constant paw steps loud and clear to Wood. He gave chase, this is easy prey, he thought. A leap was all it took for the little creature to be in his grasp. He gave a quick killing bite, and began to eat the prey. His ears pricked up in surprise, this is delicious! , he thought. He heard Justice Purr, I know. Wood suddenly woke up, the taste of mouse still on his lips. He licked them clean, and then got out of his nest, Aww..., he thought, directed at Justice. You need to wake up sometime, she purred. Sunlight was streaming through the bush he had been sleeping in. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light outside. He heard paw steps behind him, and he slunk back into his bush for safety. It was a Blue-Gray Tom with Sharp Amber Eyes. Their pupils were contracted to slits, he looked mean to Wood. So he scrambled round the back of the bush and pushed his way through the branches. He sneaked away, holding his breath. Who's that? He asked Justice, Dragon, she replied, her tone didn't sound at all amused. What's wrong? The voice in his head replied solemnly, I've watched him before; he's a killer, Wood. This made him nervous, so he slunk away and tried to get some exercise. He had started to stalk a mouse when a voice sounded behind him. "Hello, kit." His fur prickling, he turned around. There he was, Dragon, his blood-stained claws unsheathed, teeth bared, and ears drawn back. "...Hello, Dragon." He widened his eyes, and realised he had just said too much. Two simple words had just put his life Jeopardy. Dragon narrowed his eyes, "Who are you, and how do you know my name? Speak, kit!" Wood whimpered and felt Justice warn him; don't tell him, he is High-Ranking. Before Wood could ask Justice what she meant by 'High-Ranking', Dragon had slashed a deep wound on his back. "Let that be a warning for ignoring my orders!" He growled. The Huge Tom stepped forward, and instantly tripped over a tree root. Wood saw his chance and quickly pelted away. He heard Dragon let out an Angry Yowl, and pursued him. Wood could feel the Tom's paws thrumming the ground, each step like an Earthquake for him. He quickly flipped around, growling, "Leave me alone!" and felt cold suddenly. That was unwise, Justice advised. He turned tail again and ran for his life. He had given Dragon the chance to catch up, and felt a snap of jaws behind him. With sudden realization, Wood knew what had just happened. The Looming Tom had tried to grab his tail, and had been stopped somehow. He couldn't explain the coldness though. Thinking wildly, he threw a question at Justice, What just happened? There was no reply, and an eerie silence followed. A couple of moments later, he felt his body relax at the presence of Two Souls once again. Sorry, I had to surprise Dragon or he would have grabbed your tail. Wood was wide-eyed. You left my body? Did you talk to him or something? He threw his confusion at her head on, an endless flurry of questions sat in his mind ready. Stop! I can't answer all of your questions just like that! I've answered what you need to know, and will not accept any more. He felt slightly stupid now; Of course she couldn't answer all those questions! He thought (To himself). He lay himself down on a pile of leaves to rest. He was happier now (despite the attack); for he knew that if Justice is with him, everything is going to be all right. Thank you.