Chapter 1: All I'm Thinking About is You[]
Romana rolled her eyes as the Doctor continued babbling on about Clan history. She let out a loud sigh, and he stopped,staring at her with his ice-blue eyes. "What?"
She ignored him, turning her back on him and flicking her tail in his face. He sputtered, jerking his head from side to side. "What's with you constantly staring at me?" Romana smiled to herself, careful not to show it to the spotted tom. "Why you starin' at me?" she said mockingly. The Doctor scowled, and she turned back to him. "Will you please be quiet?" he snarled. "Will you be quiet?" Romana echoed, trying to make her voice sound like his.
The Doctor let out a loud growl, having been infuriated. The Doctor let out a loud growl, having been infuriated. But he tried to keep calm, and strode over to the console. "Anyway, I might take you to TimeClan, since you never seemed to have been wanting to go nowhere else." He looked over the console. Romana was standing near the door, staring at the wall. The Doctor twitched his whiskers absentmindedly, the rubbed his nose with a forepaw.
Then he peered over the console again; Romana was still staring at the wall. "You alright?"
The ginger-and-brown she-cat didn't answer, so he repeated his question. She turned around to face him, and gave a nauseated shake of her head. "I'm fine, Doctor. Something I ate."
The Doctor pulled a lever. "I'll have Moongem check you out, alright?"
Romana nodded, turning back towards the door. "Let me know when we get there." She murmured.
She was jerked from her daze when the doors opened. "Stop scaring me like that." She felt like she was about to jump out of her fur. She heard the Doctor meow, "I didn't mean to."
Romana shrugged. He was ought to be a crazy furball these days. she smiled at that thought, but was interrupted when he put a paw on her shoulder. "Hey. I told you we were in TimeClan."
Romana shook her head briskly, then the Doctor nudged her to her paws, and let her paws carry her to camp.
The Doctor lay down in his nest, twitching his ear in impatience. He wrinkled his nose, gazed up at the den ceiling, and drew pictures in the earth with his claws. Hours seemed to pass before Romana padded into his den alongside the medicine cat, Moongem. Romana lay down beside him and looked at the medicine cat anxiously. Moongem just shrugged.