It was pitch black, and strangely peaceful. The darkness seemed to last for years. Then fuzzy, vague memories of fur, milk, and squirming objects appeared for a few seconds, then as fast it had appeared, it disappeared. One memory after another, until it became pitch black again.

This was not the same darkness Bob had seen. This was the darkness that everyone faced when sleeping. At last, Bob opened his eyes.

To his amazement, he was anything but dead, and could feel energy bounding through his veins. However, something wasn't right. There were round things everywhere, and he was in something so small, he shouldn't have been able to fit in.

Dazed, Bob thought, "I-I've got to get out of here! The Head Council of Creepers is going to tear me to bits if I don't get there soon!"

He sprinted out of the den, only to see a clearing filled with more bushes and cats. Bob stood there silently, frozen in fear.

He thought, "Why am I in a clearing of cats?"

A dark gray cat padded up to Bob. Strangely, the cat was bigger than him.

The cat purred, "First time out of the nursery, eh? Don't worry Nightkit, you're safe."

Bob said quietly, "Who's Nightkit?"

The gray cat replied, "That'd be you."

Bob said, "I'm sorry, but my name's Bob. And I'm a creeper, just so you know."

The gray cat sighed frustratedly, and picked Bob up. He headed to a rocky den.

Bob screeched, "Hey! What are you doing? Put me down!"

As he struggled to get out of the cat's grip, he saw black paws.

"Okay, something is DEFINTELY not right here," Bob thought worriedly.

The gray cat went inside the rocky den, and dropped Bob. Bob turned around, and tried to attack the gray cat. However, the gray cat nudged Bob towards a puddle.

"I'm trying to help you. Head for the puddle, alright? Maybe I'll give you some food."

Bob scrambled for the puddle, and took a look at his reflection. What he saw surprised him.

A black cat with speckled green eyes was staring right back at him.

Bob gasped, "Am I… a… cat?"

The gray cat rolled his eyes.

"Let's get some things straight, alright? You're Nightkit. You have one sister named Duskkit, and a brother named Tigerkit. Your father is Blackwhisker, and your mother is Fawnfang. You're a TreeClan cat. Deal with it. Right, I'll fetch you that piece of food I promised."

Just as the gray cat was about to exit the den, Bob asked, "Wait! What's your name?"

The gray cat turned around.

He replied, "I'm Stoneheart."

With that, Stoneheart exited the den, and headed towards the fresh-kill pile.

Bob sat there. Many emotions were being stirred up right now, especially anger, sadness, and wonder. He was curious about this world, yet he was sad he had to leave his old one so early. But it was anger that was stirring in his heart. He was angry that all of this mess had happened to him.

"What kind of joke is this, Notch? Do you ENJOY watching me suffer?"

A voice echoed, "No, Nightkit. You were chosen for a reason. But it's not for suffering. I can promise this, my friend, you are on an extraordinary journey."

Bob, now Nightkit, sighed. He would have to face it. Nightkit was a cat. He was no longer in the MineCraftian world.