"It's only now! Keep going on without me Poppy, wait any longer and your paws will freeze. RUN!" Medic shouted all of the sudden, and Poppy face contorted in pain in the screen. Flashkit smiled and giggled giddily as Poopy ran the other way, away from The Medic, then nearly jumped as a black light flashed on the screen, and everything went black.

"Really Dad? I'm watching these shows! Not just staring at the screen, but I guess you wouldn't get it would you? Since practicing for acting is so stupid to you." Flashkit shot at her Dad, and pushed pasted her spotted father. I won't even go farther... She thought and padded out the tall, wooden door just past the hall. Glancing both ways, she pelted across the road before a carriage could hit her. Her fur itched with cold, and Flashkit cursed to herself at not tying a blanket over her pelt before leaving. Jumping up the the third step of an old brown house, she leaped high up and smashed the doorbell with her paw.

"RRRING!" The sounds of the city always creeped her out. Shaking her pelt of the cold(And a bit of fear I bet;)), her best friend Creeeeeeeeked the door open. A blond tom-kit crouched there, a huffing slightly from the jump to reach the doorknob.

"Flash? Is it you? Come in quick!" Dyedkit whispered quickly and grabbed her front paw, hurrying her into a warm environment.

"So what happened this time? Bored and wanted to play? Dad kicked you out? Mom being a brat?" Dyedkit mumbled, rolling his right blue eye and green blue eye mischievously.

"Sure. I just want to practice for the talent show! Will you be in it with me?" Flashkit asked hesitantly.

"Of corse! If I wasn't, you'd break down right in the middle because you'd be playing two completely different characters at once, maybe more if I know you." Flashkit nodded and pulled a piece of paper from a pocket on her front left leg was pure black and blended into her pelt to perfectly, a The Medic special order from months of entering contests.

"You can make the Satrat, and I'll make the other stuff. Got materials for it?" She asked and Dyedkit nodded excitedly and bounded across the hall, slipping into the kitchen and soon returning with a drawer in his teeth delicately. Indicating with his tail to his room down the hall, they both raced to the door, pushing it open. Dyedkits fur on the back of his neck raised in giddiness at the sound the door made. A deep sucking one like the sound of the Satrat, The Medic's thick but short tree of space and time travel. Racing into his dark blue room that barley had enough room to walk, they both look at each other expectantly.

"Let's start!"

AN:

As you can tell, HUGE Doctor Who fan. Huge. Dyedkit Gets his name from his eyes, but later will live up to his name(lol'd just then cause I'm relating Dyedkit to a few people in my life) Well here's the chapter, hope you like! I suppose I could update once every other day if I can squeeze it in? I think I can! Anyways, Happy Hunting! ❤️Shineleaf