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Author's Note: Wow, I can really tell I first wrote this chapter at midnight. Even the disclaimer was bad. The edits have definitely improved many things. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The trees seemed peaceful. They didn't give any inclination that there might be a monster hiding behind them, ready to snatch a cat up and carry them off to wherever.

Of course. Nothing has changed. It's just you, Brightpaw thought to herself. But she, and of course, no one else, could deny that cats were disappearing, and no one could tell why. And not even the day was safe anymore; Stripepaw had apparently disappeared while the sun was shining. The others had gone only at night.

The forest had always a place of peace and refuge. But now, it just seemed plain frightening. She jumped as a pinecone dropped from a tree above, heart racing at just the small thing to pull her out of her musings. She felt the tip of her mentor's tail resting on her shoulder in a comforting gesture, and she looked at the red she-cat. Gratitude for her mentor wafted off of her. Firestorm gave a reassuring smile, and trotted ahead again.

Brightpaw followed closely behind, definitely not wanting to be left behind. She was at the back of the patrol, doing the same as all the other cats; looking for anything suspicious, or out of place. They were patrolling as much for the sake of patrolling as on a lookout for Stripepaw, and other lost cats. The apprentice had only disappeared a few hours ago at most. So they thought, maybe, just maybe they'd be able to find him. Yet, there was no sign of him. Only a place where his scent suddenly cut off.

The patrol was headed towards the ancient oak, then they would travel along the borderline, searching for any sign of their lost companions. There was very little hope of rescue for them. Patrols had already scoured the area to find them.

As they were walking, Brightpaw was once again pulled out of her thoughts. This time by an odd smell, one that she reckoned she had never smelt before. The smell seemed to be coming from the patrol's right. She turned her head towards the area, opening her mouth wider to catch the scent.

There it is. What is that? None of the other cats showed any signs that they had smelled it. But she knew that didn't mean it wasn't there. She felt that she had to take a look at it- what if it led to Stripepaw?

"Firestorm! I smell something." She mewed quietly to her mentor, slowing her walk. She nodded in the direction the smell was coming from. Firestorm stopped and opened her mouth wider, to see if she could perhaps see if she could capture what Brightpaw was smelling.

"What is it?" Petalstar asked, turning around as the whole patrol came to a stop. The tortoiseshell padded to Firestorm and Brightpaw. She gazed at them as she asked, "Do you smell something?"

"I don't smell any cats but something else… kind of a two-leg smell. Can Brightpaw and I check it out?" Petalstar rolled this over in her head for a few seconds.

"Just stick together." Petalstar started to lead the patrol away again, and Firestorm and Brightpaw immediately turned and blended into the forest, heading towards the smell that taunted them.

It wasn't just a two-leg they smelt…

They had taken off to the left of the giant oak, having not a clue where they were at or where they were going. So far, they had only seen trees, plants, and more trees. There had been no clue as to where they were at, or even if they were anywhere near civilization. Or something interesting, as the Doctor obviously hoped.

Amy was walking behind the Doctor. He was humming contentedly to himself, but otherwise they were silent as they trekked through the woods. Amy began to wonder if they were just stuck in the middle of a giant forest with no end.

She was just thinking that they should return to the TARDIS, when the Doctor paused in his step slightly, making Amy nearly run into him.

"What?" Amy asked the Doctor as he caught his step again. She noted the pleasant breeze kicking up, which ruffled her hair.

"Nothing, nothing," the Doctor said, slightly distracted it seemed. Then he perked up, whipping his sonic screwdriver out again. "Look! A bush!" He exclaimed, running off towards whatever it was he had his sights set on.

Amy rolled her eyes. "There are tons of bushes around here, Doctor!" She pointed out with exasperation as she ran after him. And again with the running thing. We're not being chased by anything or something like that!

Oh good, they're leaving, Brightpaw thought with relief as they watched the two-legs suddenly turn and run the other way through the foliage. The male and female two-legs had been headed straight for the ThunderClan hollow. Brightpaw wasn't sure what she and Firestorm would have done otherwise.

"What should we do?" Brightpaw asked Firestorm.

"It's not like Two-Legs haven't been seen around here before. We'll just tell Petalstar what we saw."

"But... what about him?" Brightpaw asked in reference to the male two-leg they had seen.

The female had smelled just like a two-leg should, but he had smelled different.

"He just smelled funny is all. All two-legs are funny anyways," Firestorm mewled back.

"Let's return to Petalstar." She backpedaled out of the bush, and started trotting back to the patrolling party. Brightpaw cast a glance at where the two-legs had went, then turned and followed her mentor.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Amy called after the Doctor, pausing to catch her breath. "Stop running already!" She muttered.

The Doctor finally stopped, turning back to Amy, his face serious. "We're not alone in this forest."

"Ooh, getting all spooky on me now, are you?" Amy asked as she finally caught up with him.

"No really, there are things going on here that we don't know about."

"What do you mean?"

"We didn't land here by mistake, Amy," the Doctor said, glancing around with a frown. "Something brought us here."

"And let me guess- we're going to figure out what's going on here instead of turning back and getting into the TARDIS."

The Doctor's face broke into his usual grin. "Now there's the spirit! Come on then, let's see what this forest has for us!"

As if on cue, Amy caught a shadow out of the corner of her eye, and she turned to it.

"What's that, then?" She murmured to herself when she saw four great oaks off in the distance. She could have sworn they weren't there before. And for some reason, she felt drawn to the trees. Her foot stepped forward before she realized what she was doing.
She hardly heard the Doctor call her name as she took another step forward, headed for the trees. She only vaguely noticed the trees around her becoming shrouded in mist, the atmosphere changing dramatically. The sun dampened overhead, everything becoming slightly blurred, like a dream. The four oaks stayed in focus however; the only thing Amy could actually see.

She approached the great trees, awed by their size; if she didn't know better, she would have said they touched the sky above. And perhaps they did; when she looked up she could see the tops disappearing into the mists.

She stepped beneath the oaks, feeling a calm feeling wash over her, and she looked about. This was the place she had been called to; she could feel it. But what had taken her here?

Her eyes alighted on a small form sitting in the center of the clearing. A cat, from the looks of it. But it didn't look like an ordinary house cat... it almost looked like it was covered in ice, with a sort of ethereal feel to it. It's coat was a bright white with some golden tones mixed in, and it sat with it's ears erect, almost like it was waiting for something.

Or someone.

It had it's back to Amy, but as she watched, it turned, it's glittering eyes falling on her.

-I was afraid you would not come, a soft voice filled Amy's conscience.

"What do you mean? Who are you?"

-I am sorry. There is no time to explain. My power is all but gone.

Amy felt a wave of exhaustion come over her suddenly, and she let herself to the ground, lest her knees have out beneath her. She wanted to ask the cat more questions, but her eyes were closing, her movements sluggish. As she closed her eyes, she saw the white cat slowly falling to the ground, eyes focused on Amy, with both desperation and hope mixed in them. Then Amy's eyes fell closed, and it all went black.