As the rain falls down---Chapter 2

"Ow...!" Winter jolted up as the sharp stone hit his head. "What the...?"
Suddenly, he saw the silouhette of an unusually small cat. "Urk...!" Winter squeaked, surprised by the sudden appearance and speed of the mysterious cat.
"Who're you?!"
Dakmo's unfeeling eyes glittered in responce, and in an odd, threatning, yet light tone, blinked his eyes slowly, and said,

"Come."

"W-what? But, uh, er, hey, um, you're, um..." Winter was confused. This cat was smaller, seemed younger, but was acting so calm and mature. He managed to stutter his point to the cat who made him feel so odd.
"But it's midnight! And, uh, ah who ARE you?!"

"A friend." The small cat's gray aura was suddenly visible to Winter. "And You, Winter, are the cat I am looking for."

"But, I....! Hey wait, what? How did you...?"

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Time to go!" And Dakmo disappeared into the darkness.
And so did winter.

Following Morning------------

Falling purred, her body instinctively burrowing into her nest. For some odd reason, she felt a cold spot next to her nest, where a warm body had once slept. She blurrily woke up. It was an early, frost morning, and she was the only cat awake. "Nnnrggh........Scarlet, stop shoving me...." she grumbled... "It's not time for the patrol yet..."
Wake up..............
The voice echoed through Falling's head as she blinked awake. Her head shot up. "Oh!" She turned towards Scarlet's nests. "You awake?" she rumbled. The answering purr told her no. "Winter?" Her head whipped towards the green-gray cat's nest. It was empty. Perhaps he went for a morning stroll? she wondered. Curious, she sniffed the nest. It hasn't been slept in all night! she gasped, smelling the cold, faint scent of Winter. Worried, she padded out of camp and into the forest. She might as well do some early hunting. Sniffing the air, she searched for both scents of Winter and prey. Prey was everywhere to be scented, but Winter had only left the faintest trail in the air.
"Winter?"