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I laid there against her, gently pressed to her soft skin for what felt like hours. It just couldn't be true, could it? It didn't make sense. The last thing I remembered before waking up here as a cat girl was the statue falling on me. 'Wait... Could I be...?' I thought as the beginning of a horrifying possibility crept into my mind. I looked up from the warm bosom my face rested against and saw her smiling. Her eyes were closed in a small nap as her arms were again gently wrapped around me. It was comforting being there in her arms, but the possibility of the thought I had almost made me sick in the stomach for fear that it was true.

Gently, I woke her up with a few soft shakes. She groaned before looking down at me and gave me a comforting rub along my back. She smiled down at me, the look of concern peering from behind it. "You okay?" she asked before she scratched behind my ear. I looked into her honey-amber eyes before I managed to work up the courage.

"Am I dead...?" I asked her seriously as I looked dead into her eyes. She stifled a laugh. Did she think I was joking? I didn't know. She smiled as she petted me on the head.

"No, silly. You're fine. You only hit your head a little when you fell." she answered. 'I only hit my head? But...' I thought. That couldn't be true! There was a statue that fell on me, a marble statue. The weight of it should have easily crushed me!

"The statue? Didn't it fall on me?" I asked her. She looked at me almost as if I said something completely odd. She sighed and then put her hand on my cheek.

"Don't you remember?" Her eyes looked sad, almost guilty. This only added to my confusion. I guess she must have noticed because she clarified. "...I tripped and fell on you. Because of me, you hit your head. ...Luckily, the rug caught you; else you would be at the healer... or worse. I made sure your head was unharmed and waited for you to wake up."

"But... The statue." I stated. Her words were sinking in but something just didn't seem to match. I looked back at her in disbelief, waiting for her answer.

"What statue? Do you mean one of the fountain statues?" she asked, her eyes giving me a confused look. Could she not know what statue I was talking about? I pressed away from her and sat up, quickly pointing to where the statue was. She sat up and looked before she sighed. "There isn't a statue there." What did she mean? It had to be there. I looked over where I pointed and saw nothing but the wall made of columns. There was no statue of her there. I looked back at her even more confused. There should have been a statue there but it just wasn't. From her concerned gaze, I knew that there must have never been one there.

"...So, I'm alive?" I asked as her words from before replayed in my head. It felt like I needed it to be confirmed. She nodded in answer before putting a gentle hand on my cheek. I was still in shock. It was all hard to believe. I was alive. I was in this strange place. Even each part alone was trying to fill me with disbelief. Together, it was much worse. However... as I stared into her concerned eyes, as I felt the soft fur of my tail against my legs, as I felt the warmth of her hand against my cheek... It was hard to deny that I was there, alive and with her.

I remembered the odd last second when I hit the marble floor, before everything blacked out. The statue was replaced with her, her soft skin pressing against mine as I hit the floor. I wasn't sure how this happened, but it did. I don't understand how I could have come to be here at all. I still didn't know where I was but at least I felt comfort in knowing that I was at least alive. I couldn't help but feel mom would really be upset with me this time. That is, if I ever managed to make it back home.

Her hands gently moved back to what felt like its place - wrapped around me - before she pulled me close. It almost made me want to just snuggle back up beside her like how it was when I awoke, but I pushed away from her slowly. I decided I should figure out where I was. It felt like I was in the ruins, but it just couldn't be. I looked around again; the sunlight was still bright as it trickled down around the marble roof and onto the grassy tree-decorated fields beyond the columns. The grass looked like it was well kept like yards in my neighborhood, but with a few patches of brightly colored flowers strewn about. It could have been a painting with red, pink, yellow, violet, and white sprinkled across the green-filled canvas. The wind gently blew and caressed my bare skin, the faint scent of the sweet flowers wafting by us.

At a distance, the small town still peeked from behind the patch of trees. There were at least two dozen buildings clustered together with earthen tone roofs - possibly made of some dark red and earthy brown clay. I knew it wasn't my home town; that was too close to here to have been it. It also wasn't right beside the forest I was wandering in. Two strikes against it from being anything I knew. My eyes turned to her.

"So, where are we?" She sat up and looked right into my eyes. She seemed even more concerned and looked even guiltier of something as her ears gently lowered. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

"I didn't think you hit your head that hard." She said, almost whispered in a saddened tone. "We're in the temple." Her voice was back to her gentle voice from earlier but her expression was the same guilty, concerned one. She placed a hand on my shoulder. 'Temple? We're sleeping in a temple? What kind of temple is this?' It just didn't make sense; temples were a place of worship, not some place where you sleep.

"Temple...? What kind of temple is this?" She seemed like she had received a question that she was afraid I would ask. With a sigh, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Well--" she began before a pretty voice came from the distance, interrupting her.

"Hey priestess!" someone said from behind the fountain, their quick footsteps echoing off the marble stonework. From the voice, it sounded like a woman. The red-haired woman looked over towards the voice, her attention drawn to the woman out of view. My hands rushed to cover my bare breasts from view as I began to blush. I looked over towards the source of the voice as she came around the statue-circled fountain. Not surprisingly, she was just like us, a cat girl. The woman's shoulder-length hair was blond with matching fur covering her ears and tail. Small bands of darker orange, almost brownish orange in places, were mixed into her fur and hair. Unlike us, she wasn't naked. Her body was covered with a long, knee-length white dress that flowed from the gentle breeze. It held fast to her by the two narrow shoulder straps. I could tell by the straps as well as the low cut at the top and the way the skirt of the dress hugged her side from the breeze that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath.

The amorous, dark red-haired woman's ears perked up quickly from the change of attention. It surprised me by how comfortable she was with the blond woman showing up, especially since her breasts were out in the open. She didn't even cover up before she decided to answer her.

"Good morning." she answers to the blond, a smile on her lips. "What brings you here today?" she asks. 'Wait; did that woman call her a priestess?' I looked at her and wondered. After thinking about it, it made some sense. We're in a temple and who else but a priestess would stay in a temple.

"Oh, just seeing how things are going." she replied with a warm, friendly tone. It felt like they knew each other pretty well from the way they looked at each other. I looked at her and felt her emerald eyes fall on me. Her mouth curved into a smirk. "Oh! I see you have a friend." I couldn't help but feel the heat from my blush; it felt like she was sizing me up a little, her eyes seemed to trace every curve of my body as I sat there in a deep red blush. "She looks cute. Who is she?" The priestess shrugged lightly before she looked at me. She hesitated a bit before she answered.

"Actually, I don't know." At that, the blond looks straight at the priestess. I looked back at the priestess, my eyes looking into her amber eyes.

"Shouldn't that have been the first thing you asked her? I mean sleeping with her and all without knowing her name..." She was right... That should have been the first thing she asked me. It never came up. And I didn't even know her name. But, I felt so comfortable there with her - especially in her arms - without knowing.

"I would have, but..." she begins but trails off into a sigh. "I accidentally ran into her and she hit her head on the floor. Thankfully she is relatively unharmed..."

"Now how did that happen?" I waited for the priestess's answer; I wanted to hear how things happened from her perspective. Maybe it would shine some light on how I got here.

"Well, I was wandering around the temple when I remembered I forgot something and I just rushed around and wound up running into her. Honestly, I don't know where she came from. One second there was nothing there. I guess I must have glanced to the side or something, but there she was... It was almost as if she appeared out of nowhere. ...Well, we hit the floor hard." She explains as she looks at the blond. 'Did I just... appear out of nowhere? How is that possible?' It didn't sound right at all. It made no sense; how can someone just appear? I was standing in front of the statue, not somehow magically appearing in front of a running cat girl. While trying to process the impossible, I let my arms slump down, my embarrassment replaced with utter confusion. The priestess turned and looked at me. "So, what is your name?" My silence caused her to put a hand on my shoulder. Quickly, as if her touch broke some spell, I came out of my bewilderment. She asked me again.

"Sophia." I answered. "Sophia Mills."

"Pretty name." the blond commented, her eyes taking in the unrestricted view. I noticed her eyes on me and quickly covered up again, the warm smile on my again blushing face the only response to her comment.

"I'm Lisa Sumner." The priestess says warmly. So that was her name. My smile turned to greet her, growing a little bigger in the process. "Sophia?"

"Yes?" I answered. Her hand was still on my shoulder as she looked at me with her honey-amber eyes.

"Do you remember where you came from?" Did I remember? Of course I remembered. I may have hit my head, but amazingly nothing seemed to be wrong with my memory. I had no trouble recalling every detail of my hometown.

My hometown was like any other town. It had several small stores all along Main Street: the bakery, the butcher shop, the pastry shop, the clothing store, the general store; all the usual places to go and buy everything necessary as well as the local school. We had one main street and a few side streets and avenues that made up the center of our town. Around that, it was everyone's homes. My home was along the outskirts near the forest. That was Meadowlark, my hometown. It wasn't the biggest town around and most people knew each other pretty well. I'd say it was probably about five hundred or so people living around it at the most.

Where I came from, there were only humans. Their kind - no, I couldn't exclude myself now - our kind did not exist there; there were no cat people. I didn't even know how I became a cat girl let alone how I got here. 'Would they understand what I know? Or would they think I'm a little out of it because I hit my head?' I seemed like humans don't exist here. With that thought, I made up my mind.

"No..." I answered sadly as I looked away from them. Lisa's arms quickly wrapped around me, my face softly pressed against her shoulder almost in an instant.

"I'm sorry..." she said softly. I felt her move a little and looked at her face. She glanced over at the blond before looking back down at me. I could see the guilt in her eyes. I guess she felt like it was her fault. After all she ran into me, at least from her perspective. "Don't worry. It should come back to you." Her voice was more comforting. If I had actually forgotten, her words would have been stronger, more comforting. I felt a bit bad lying to her about my memory, but until I figure this out... I just couldn't expect them to understand. It was hard for me to even believe it was happening.

"I hope so..."

"You want to take a trip into town? Maybe it will jog your memory?" I looked at her as I gave her a fake smile. I was pretty sure the trip wouldn't jog my memory, but it would be good to learn where I was. I just wished I could explain what happened without coming across like I had major brain damage.

"Sure... Maybe it would help."

"I guess I'll leave you two. Good luck, Sophia. Hope your memories come back soon." The blond says warmly. I looked over in time to notice her give Lisa a wink and a thumbs-up as she mouthed some words. I couldn't make them out but Lisa halfway giggled before responding.

"Oh, Nina. It isn't like that." She responds. Honestly, I was a bit lost from their conversation by this point, but I learned that the blond cat girl was called Nina. I decided not to try and jump in, but it felt like I was already a part of it.

"Really?" the blond asked in a completely playful tone. "She seems really attached." She walked away backwards, facing us. Her words were about me...no, they were about us. I figured she must have told her that we were quite the couple. I blushed a bit more at the thought.

"Oh, you were that 'attached' once yourself." Lisa answers. Were they... involved long ago? I looked at Lisa and saw how much she was blushing at Nina's words. We were practically strangers, but she was the only one I knew the most in this strange, unknown place. I guess it must have seemed like I could be her puppy-like love to those who didn't know. 'Do they even have dogs here?' immediately came to mind. If they had cat girls, maybe they also had dog people. But, those thoughts were unimportant and swept away as Nina waved to us.

"Bye!" Nina says before she turned around and quickly disappeared behind the fountain's statues. She left us together, a blush on both of our faces. Lisa's dark red hair gently framed her blushing face and her inviting lips. Looking into her eyes, I almost couldn't resist the urge to just kiss her. But, I settled for placing my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. I hoped this wasn't some long-winded dream, where I would wake up and realize it to be some cruel prelude to my death. It felt too real to be some fate that unkind.