Hey guys, sorry 'bout the last chapter *sweatdrop* I fail. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter and sorry that I totally fail at verb tenses.

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Chapter 7: Take a Walk

22nd Century

As the two former cats stepped out of Holmes's flat, all their senses were blasted. They were lucky that they didn't have their full cat senses because they'd be on overdrive. Flashing lights, blaring shrieks, and sickly sweet scents baffled them. For almost a minute, they could only stand there and gape. "Is that," Briarlight muttered, "is that a flying monster?"

Holmes and Lestrade exited the flat and saw Jayfeather and Briarlight with their heads tilted towards the sky. "It's just," mumbled Jayfeather, "so, so loud. It makes me feel tiny and insignificant."

"Looking at the hovercrafts?" asked Holmes. "Wait until you ride one. It's an... experience you will not forget, especially if Lestrade drives you." Holmes was clearly remembering every single time he had driven with Lestrade... and probably regretting it. Looking over at Lestrade, Jayfeather and Briarlight saw her grinning evilly, not unlike the expressions of Hawkfrost and Sol. Both ThunderClan members shivered inwardly and made a mental note to never get into a hovercraft with Lestrade.

"So," Briarlight spoke, trying to get the expression of Lestrade's out of her mind, "where're the trees?"

"Follow me, I'll take you to the park," said Lestrade. The detective didn't understand why Briarlight and Jayfeather had such a fascination with plants. To her, they were just useless things, unpredictable and weird. She didn't know that to the former cats, plants meant life, survival, and home.


"Welcome to New London Park," Lestrade declared.

Briarlight gave a sound of disapproval and sadness. "Not much of a forest, is it Jayfeather."

"No. Well, I guess it's the best that can be done in this artificial world. Thanks, though, Lestrade, Holmes," Jayfeather replied, more than a little crestfallen.

"Wait a moment!" Briarlight exclaimed from her perch on her clanmate's back. "I think a see a copse of trees over there!" The young warrior spurred Jayfeather into a run, much like a rider on a horse. The two scurried over to a tiny little forest with Lestrade and Holmes strolling behind, amused.

When the two reached the little woods, Jayfeather ran in a little bit and collapsed with Briarlight tumbling off his back, unharmed. With his face in the oily, polluted grass Jayfeather muttered, "If you concentrate, you almost forget the blaring noises and harsh scents."

"Yeah, with the foliage, it almost feels like home!" Briarlight chirp, much like an overexcited kit.

Jayfeather's head shot up. "Not even close Briarlight," he rebuked, "but we can always imagine."

The two moved to sit together, to be united in this strange world where neither belonged. They sat in content silence, twirling their fingers through the grass, missing their home. It was the best they could do. It was all peaceful, right up until Briarlight screamed.