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Chapter One

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Brightpaw jerked out of her slumber as the noise echoed throughout the forest.

What in the name of StarClan is that awful noise? She had never heard anything remotely similar to the sound. She stood and stretched, looking with interest towards the the den exit. That sound had definitely struck her curiosity.

Next to her, Bluepaw stirred in her sleep. How is she still asleep after all that? She wondered as she prodded Bluepaw with a paw, waking the other apprentice up.

"What?" Bluepaw mewed, clearly annoyed by being awoken via prodding. She eyed Brightpaw with a glare.

"Didn't you hear that noise?" Bluepaw gave an irritated sigh.

"No. I was asleep," She nearly growled, standing up and stretching.

"I can't imagine how you could sleep through that awful noise."

Ignoring Brightpaw and looking around at the empty nests, Bluepaw asked, "Where is everybody?" She stepped off towards the exit, perhaps seeking an answer to her question.

Noticing for the first time that the den was devoid of any other cats, Brightpaw replied, "Probably on morning patrol." A few would be helping around the camp as well, she knew. She followed Bluepaw out of the den

"Petalstar!" They heard the voice of Brightblaze ring out in the hollow. The warrior came dashing throughout the entrance of camp, the rest of the dawn patrol following calmly. Brightpaw and Bluepaw stopped, watching the commotion.

"What is it, Brightblaze?" Petalstar asked, emerging from her den. Brightblaze came to a panting stop in the middle of the hollow, looking to Petalstar.

"It-it's Stripepaw! He's gone missing!" Brightpaw's hairs bristled.

Another cat gone missing? That's the third one this moon! Where have they gone? Brightpaw was scared. First Mallowpelt, next Snowcloud. Now Stripepaw!

Petalstar jumped down from her perch at the entrance of her den.

"I need a search patrol immediately," She commanded, climbing down from her den. Addressing the four warriors that were gathered around the kill pile, she asked, "Firestorm, Sootwing, and Emberear, will you accompany Brightblaze and I on the search patrol?" They all looked up from their prey and nodded.

"Of course." They put aside their food and stood.

Brightpaw saw her chance to go. She bounded up to her mentor.

"Can I come?" Firestorm was hesitant. She looked to Petalstar and received a nod in answer.

"Just stay close to us." Petalstar said. "We've no idea what is going on. Let's go."

And with that, they left the hollow, Brightpaw signaling her farewell to Bluepaw with a flick of her tail.

"Look at that, Amy! It's a beautiful lake." The Doctor said with a grin, opening his arms wide in a sweeping gesture towards the body of water. Amy sighed, hearing the TARDIS doors lock behind her. She resisted the urge to turn around and glare at it.

"Don't you have better things to do than lookin' at a lake? Like maybe figuring out why we're here?" She folded her arms.

"Now you, what's wrong with admiring a lake?" The Doctor huffed crossly, placing his hands on his hips. "Just because the TARDIS got a bit out of whack doesn't mean I can't admire a brilliant lake."

Amy stared at him flatly, crossing her arms.

"Oh, you spoil sport. Gimme a minute." The Doctor crouched down and stuck his finger in the mud next to the lake. He then promptly removed it and stuck it in his mouth. He pulled it out and announced, "March, 2011. As for where we are at, the beautiful planet earth." He looked at Amy.

"Anywhere, you know, specific on Earth?" Amy asked. "Maybe somewhere close to my house?" After all, she had been hoping to visit Rory.

"Of course we're somewhere specific! Everywhere has a set of coordinates-"

"You don't know."

The Doctor frowned. "No." Then he paused, grinning mischievously again. "But we can find out!"

Amy sighed, glancing back to the TARDIS. Of course he can't make it easy. "Well alright then. Anything important happen in March?"

"No. And my history is flawless." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the lake.

"As you are so fond of reminding me," Amy muttered under her breath.

"So why are we here?" The Doctor mumbled, clicking his screwdriver on and off. He stood up, examining it, and then tucked his screwdriver back in its place. "No good standing around here." He said with a smile and started walking away from the TARDIS.

"And where do you think you're going, mister?" Amy shouted after him, running to catch up. "We're in the middle of a forest, and we only know the year. There could be anything in here!"

He just shot her a sly look, grinned and said, "Let's go and poke trouble with a stick."

"Do we have to? I just wanted to visit Rory, and then be on our way. Why can't we just hop back into the TARDIS and get a move on to last year?"

"Nope can't do that," The Doctor said, a little too merrily, Amy thought. "She needs time to reboot. Gone a bit jittery. Ooh my, that's a big oak tree." He suddenly ran off in the direction of the biggest oak tree Amy had ever seen with his sonic screwdriver out. Amy rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Can we at least not do the running thing?" She called after him, hands on hips.
He pretended not to hear, and she sighed and ran towards the oak tree. By the time she got there, he was already putting his sonic screwdriver away. He clapped his hands together looking around.

"Pop quiz. What's a giant, ancient oak doing in the middle of a brand new forest? Well, not quite in the middle..." He rocked back on his heels a little as he glanced to Amy.

She looked at him blankly and asked, "Why not?" He shrugged and frowned. But then it was quickly replaced by his normal smile. "Yes, well, let's get a move on!" And so he dragged Amy off deeper into the forest.