A/N: Many thanks to Eraman and x-Stage-STARR-x for being the only two people to have review this story so far. So, they're pretty much the only reason I'm writing this, well theatreadict's contest is a pretty good incentive as well...Anyways, here's the second chapter, read, review and all that jazz. Please.

The Witch's Cat

Chapter 2

I walked out of the den as the sky grew lighter, feeling numb and strangely devoid of emotion. I could barely even feel the swirl of emotions from the other cats in the Junkyard.

"Cori, where's Tanto?" I heard Munkustrap say as he touched my shoulder. "You two are never very far apart." Glancing back at him, I continued walking until I sat inside the TSE1.

"Sh-she's dead, Munkustrap," I said softly. "She died in my arms last night."

"Who died?" Jemima said as she walked past us. I looked up at her, slightly shaking my head. She stepped past Munkustrap, who was standing outside the car and sat down next to me.

"T-Tanto. She died last night during the Witching Hour," I said softly.

"Was it a natural death?" Munk asked, looking slightly worried. I knew he wasn't worried about me though; he only cared about protecting the tribe.

"No. She wants me to find the Witch's Cat," I replied.

"Wasn't she the witch cat though?" Jemima asked me.

"No. Witch's cats are pure white. White fur, white claws, white skin, and even pure white eyes. No pupils," I replied. "A reformed witch's cat is darker colored. Tanto and I left the witch about a year before we came here."

Do not get involved, empath. If you do, your friends will die, slowly and painfully. This is not an idle threat, so you should heed this warning. At least I'm giving you one, I heard a voice in my head say. I stood up and walked out of the TSE1, so as to not alarm Jemima and Munkustrap when I suddenly started not answering them.

What's that supposed to mean? I replied.

This was a quarrel between Witch's Cats. There can only be one alive, me, the female voice continued. I shook my head.

That's not possible. Tanto wasn't a witch's cat. She never took the vows. I heard her laugh lightly in my head.

Just because she didn't take the vows doesn't mean she wasn't one. In two day's time, I shall take my vows, and become a fully instated Witch's Cat. Do not get in my way or I'll go after your friends. You would do well just to forget about me, she thought.

I can't, now that you've threatened my friends. I could practically feel her smiling.

Well then, here's my first warning, she said lightly as I felt her presence leave my mind. I shook my head, trying to get the sick feeling I had gotten from her being in my head, as I walked back to Munkustrap.

"Was that her?" Munkustrap asked me. Slowly I nodded. I didn't really like the sound of the last thought she left in my head: "Well, then, here's my first warning."

"Is she going to leave us alone?" Jemima asked me. I shrugged as I looked away and off at the horizon, thinking about where this cat, this monster could possibly be.

"She might do this again?" Munkustrap asked. "Is she?" I shrugged and held up my hands.

"Maybe! Not in the same way, yet she might!" I said as I took a step back from him. "I'm not the psychic one."

"Let us help you find her," Jemima said. I shook my head quickly.

"No. I can't get you involved with this. Stay out of—" I was cut off by a piercing scream that resounded magnificently off of the piles of metallic trash.