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The moon was high in the sky, and the frogs were croaking loudly. It wasn't freezing but it was chilly, a breeze was shaking the trees. A few clouds were floating through the air, casting black shadows on the clearings. A typical night in the forest. A young girl wearing a deep dark red hoodie and cargo pants was walking allow a small over grown trail. Her face was covered by her hood and she kept looking behind her. A small movement in her hood told her that her cat Plag was awake. The girl, Cat, glanced over her shoulder again, there was no one there. Maybe she'd lost them, for the moment.

Cat continued along her path, reaching a lake side. She glanced back again, two people had appeared. Panic rose in her chest. Turning on her heel she began to run, Plag hopping from her hood and running beside her. Half way around the lake she froze, seeing the man standing there.

Looking over her shoulder at the two advancing people, she ran forward and hid behind the man. Plag turning around to face the two people, his fur fluffed out making him twice his original size. "Please don't let them take me," Cat whimpered quietly.

"I don't know," Cat answered. "All I know is they've kidnapped me before and they've been chasing me for several days now." As the people approached, Plag hissed and backed up. His gray and white fur going down as he retreated. Even he didn't want to go back.
"Excuse us kind sir, but would please hand over the girl?" the woman asked, walking forward.

"That is not of your concern, please get out of the way," the other person, a man, stepped up next to the woman. Cat took a few steps back in case she had to run. This man was helping her, to most he probably would have just seemed like a nice person. But to Cat he was like a hero.

"And just who's going to make us?" the woman asked looking around. "I don't see anyone, do you see anyone Ronan?" he gave a light snort.
"Not anyone smart," he scoffed eyeing the man in front of him. Plag let out a hiss and lashed at Ronan's leg. Cat was holding her tiny pocket knife, as she stepped up to back the man helping her up.
Leave us alone," she said, her body rigid with fear.

Fear flickered in both of their eyes as they watched the scythes appear. Plag leaped back and then climbed up Cat's leg into her hood again. Cat herself was backing up as well, not out of fear but because she didn't want to get in this man's way. A grin spread across her face, she didn't know why but this felt right.
Ronan and the woman were both backing up, Ronan had something in his hands now. It was a gun, but he was shaking so hard that he could barely hold it.

Without a word Ronan turned and ran, the woman, realizing that she was alone now, let out a scream and ran away. Soon both were out of sight. And the forest was quiet again.

"That was incredible!" Cat exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like before in my life, I think, maybe, I don't know. I don't exactly remember most of my past, but that was still amazing."

"I'm Cat, this is Plag," Cat said jerking a thumb back at the cat in her hood. "nice to meet you to."
"Are you going to make something else appear out of thin air?" Plag asked from her hood.

"No clue at all," Cat sighed. "Most of my memories are gone so it might have something to do with my past, but I'm not sure." A frown replaced her smile for a moment while she thought, then she just about jumped to the moon. "You can hear Plag talk to?" she was almost jumping with excitement.

"I thought I was the only one who could hear him cause I'm crazy," Cat explained still awed by the knowledge that she wasn't the only one who could hear the talking cat.
"She thinks she's crazy, and wouldn't listen to me when I said she wasn't," Plag sounded completely unimpressed.

"Well, it was a pretty night and we decided to take a walk," Cat kicked a stone next to her.
"AKA, we'd been found and the best place to lose anyone is in a forest so we came here to try and lose them," Plag rolled his eyes. He jumped out of Cat's hood again, and walked over to a rock by the water. "She just doesn't want to say that," he called over his shoulder.
"I'm capable of taking care of myself," Cat snapped, then looked at the ground and lowered her voice. "Most of the time."

"I think I'm 16, but due to bad memory I can't be sure," Cat explained. "So how did you make those sword things appear from thin air?"
"They're called scythes, not swords," Plag corrected.

Cat looked at them, awed. "That's so cool," she breathed. She looked up at Cress. "You're amazing."