Hello! This is just a test for this story, I only have 5 chapters done on it but I'm writing more, I wanna see if people like this first chapter and if you guys do then Imma be keeping it up (Or I might take it down, I don't know yet) until it is done. So I'd like to know what everyone thinks of it :) That is all. Enjoy. (Also my first story without my Editor :P)

Thank You lausr (DeviantArt) for allowing me to use your image as the cover :3

I sat in Cat form in the dueling area just outside of Stormwind city, observing everyone duel and rage around me. I was just waiting for someone to come up and request a duel, but so far, no one seemed to be interested in dueling a Feral Druid, so I continued to sit with eyes narrow, full of apathy.

My fur was a grayish white colour, that was usually bright white when in the rain, with light blue markings that went over my eyes and shoulder blades. In Cat form I wore two bracelets on my two front legs that were black with glowing yellow lines on them; around my neck was a necklace that had three stripes of fabric that hung down with a glowing yellow ball on the end of each of them.

I flopped my ears back as I tried to listen intently to the people talking around me; some were caviling that the Horde were planning on striking another Raid on us again and others were talking about heading to Orgrimmar and raiding them.

'Another Raid to Orgrimmar? That would be fun, always great to go there to mess with them.' Orgrimmar was the primary place of the Horde, their leader, WarChief Thrall, was the ruler of Durotar and lives in Orgrimmar.

The Alliance had sent several raids to try and kill him, some got close, but most barely made it out. The Horde had gotten close to killing our King of Stormwind, King Varian Wyrnn, as well but none had achieved victory.

Suddenly I heard low rumbling come from behind. I whirled around but I wasn't fast enough, my eyes shut as the impact hit me, I was slammed to the ground and momentarily stunned.

"Too fast for you, huh?" The deep voice was recognizable.

I slowly opened my eyes to see my good friend and loyal companion, Galan, over me. I growled at him lightheartedly and knocked him off. "I was thinking." I countered.

Galan was a Worgen Druid. Unlike me, his Cat form didn't have markings going over the eyes but he had a green moon shape on his shoulder with a circle just top of it, like mine. Around his neck was a redish brown collar with purple spikes, he had two bracelets with the same design on his wrists. Where his elbow would be he had another redish brown cloth around it, he had a similar cloth where his knee would be too.

Galan raised his head, proud, and then bared his teeth playfully as he pounced. I was slammed to the ground again, "You were thinking that time too?"

"Are you trying to request a duel?" I bit at his yellowish brown fur and then at his black lion-like mane.

Galan jumped back quickly to try and dodge my bite. He got low to the ground in his prowl position. "Requesting to duel." He said grinning at me.

"Duel accepted." I instantly dropped into prowl and turned invisible. That was a Druids specialty, being able to cloak and not be seen by nearby enemies. We waited three seconds before we started to search for each other.

Sometimes we'd be able to see the shimmer of the other cloaked Druid when they got close enough, other times you could feel them brush against your own fur; when one of those moments happened, that's when you strike.

It was about two minutes of wandering when I suddenly saw the air around me shimmer and immediately, with a sharp growl, pounced in the direction I saw it from. Galan uncloaked as I bashed him to the ground and raked at his fur, leaving long claw marks by his thigh.

Galan, now un-stunned, tried to counter using both of his claws to mangle my neck. I groaned in pain and ran from him so that I was far away enough to 'Feral Charge' him. Galan dashed after me but I was to far. I leapt at him, causing him to become dazed. I used the opportunity and clawed at his back and then ripped his leg.

Galan hit me with his head to get me off of him. He looked down at his now bleeding leg and snarled as he ran toward me. He jumped up and landed down in front of me, taking a swipe at my own legs.

I dodged and took a chance to ram him again. Galan fell and tried to get back up. I put my paws on him so he couldn't get away then leaned down to bite his neck. I pinned him down so that he could no longer move, waiting for him to say he was defeated.

Galan panted and struggled a bit before finally giving up and just relaxed his muscles, "I... give up..." He breathed.

I withdrew my teeth from his neck and got off of him.

He continued to lay on the ground for a few minutes before changing into his Worgen form to heal himself. "Kadarith the painful Druid" he cast Rejuvenation on himself and right away I could see some of his wounds disappearing. He cast Regrowth, a longer healing cast, and all the wounds were gone.

I sat down in front of him, "The convenience of being a Druid." I smiled as I peered at him. I liked his Worgen form, his human form... not so much, Worgen's looked rather cool to me and sometimes I wished I was one.

"Hey Dudu!" A Human Warrior yelled to Galan from the other side of the dueling area, "Heal please."

Galan turned toward him and cast Rejuvenation and Regrowth on him; afterward he changed back into Cat form.

"Thank you!" The Warrior yelled to him.

"No problem." Galan calmly said and laid down on his side. He paused a few moments, tilting his head and then gazed over at me, "Why do they call us that?"

"What? Dudu's?" I asked, laying down next to him and stretching my arms and legs.

"Yeah, why not just call us what we are? They don't see us calling Warriors 'WarWars'"

"Heh, well we do call them Warrs... Who knows... maybe it means something in a different language or maybe it's just easier to say other than Druid?"

Galan sighed, "We'll find out one day, because that is something I wanna know."

"Do you want to go sign up for a Battleground?" As I said the word 'Battleground' Galan perked his ears up and stared at me with surprise and joy.

Galan jumped to his feet, "Think they'll let us in one? That incident that happened last time won't affect it?"

The 'incident' he was referring to was a time him and I were out in a Battleground and we were took off guard by the Horde, all of us were, almost everyone had died that day. The Horde shouldn't have known where we were but apparently one of the scouts we had sent out was a traitor... We never knew until the Horde were on us.

"Considering we got some better gear and we're Feral Druids, I bet they'd say yes... And that incident last time wasn't our fault either, we and a few others made it out, so what? None of that was caused from us being there, I think they know that." I turned and ran toward Stormwind, switching into my Travel form, I had started to call it 'Cheetah' form considering how it looked exactly like a Cheetah except with saber teeth.

Galan chased after me, changing into his Travel form, he had what people called a 'Glyph' that allowed him to turn into a a grey and white Stag for his Travel form. There were only a few of those glyphs in the entire Eastern Kingdoms and Galan had been lucky enough to find one. The form had gold and teal armor around his neck, and golden armor on it's legs. It's antlers had golden pieces of fabric tied to them.

I was a bit jealous that he was the one to find the glyph, just hiding in Loch Modan by a lake. I was with him the day he found it, we were out gathering herbs for one of the Herbalism leaders when he had spotted it. Next thing we knew he was a Stag and jumping around all happy.

We ran toward the glorious Stormwind Keep, where the King and the Battlemasters were. Over the last several years Stormwind had changed a great deal. Enough that I got confused on where I was going half the time. I knew that once I got into The Trade District we had to go right and through Old Town then we turned right again to get to the Keep.

The amount of new adjustments they made to the keep was the most confusing part of all, before they just had four rooms, one in the middle, where the king stayed, one to the right, left, and then the Battlemasters and the Arena masters room behind the Kings.

Now there was five rooms and they weren't side by side, the King was still in the central area though.

We arrived at the keep and we transformed to Cat form before walking into it, for some reason no one liked the Travel forms inside buildings but they were completely fine with Cat form, Bear form, and what me and Galan called, "Land Seal" form.

We ran past the King, giving him a nod as we did, and straight toward the Battlemasters.

One of the Battlemasters, a goblin, was standing next to a table with a book of names written all over it. Surprisingly there was no line up today.

Galan and I changed back into our normal forms, Galan into his Worgen and I into my Night Elf. "Sir" I said politely walking up to the Master, "We request to enter a Battleground." I stood as tall as a could. Galan tried but Worgen's usually slouched.

"How much combat experience have you had? and name of the gear you have?" The Goblin replied folding his arms behind his back and looking both of us up and down.

"I've been in multiple Battlegrounds before, sir. Ruthless Gladiator's set." I smile and look over at Galan.

"I've been in a few Battlegrounds, sir, Ruthless Gladiator's set with Relentless Gladiator's Dragonhide Helmet." Galan was only missing one piece of having full Ruthless Gladiator's, one of the best combat sets you could get.

The Goblin cocked his head to the side and smiled, "You may sign up if you'd like." He took a step to the side and let us go forward to the book with the names on it.

I signed my name, handed the stylus to Galan and stood back as he signed his name next to mine, saying that we would prefer to go into the same Battleground at the same time.

Once done, Galan stood back next to me, "Thank you, sir." Galan nodded toward the Goblin and we turned to exit the keep. We nodded to the King again before finally leaving. "Hopefully we'll be accepted into one." Galan smiled at me and then howled.

"Yeah, I bet we will," I stated, admiring the howl he had made, from what I had learned from Galan, Worgens had a few quirks that made them want to howl randomly. "We just have to wait a few days until they allow us to enter it, wonder which one we'll get."

"Battling for Contested Territory, one of the funnest things to do."

I turned to Galan and hugged him, then turned to walk away, "I'm going to go get ForestStalker and Levo and head to Stranglethorn vale... going to mess with Grom'Gol Base Camp." ForestStalker was my Blue Shado-Pan Tiger 'mount' and Levo was my Volcanic Stone Drake flying 'mount'. I never understood why we called them mounts but I guessed it was because we used them to get around to places. "You're welcome to come along."

I changed into Cat form, began to walk to my house, and didn't look back to see if Galan was following me. If he wasn't going with me I was completely okay with it, I liked having people around to help me kill Horde but just being there alone was more exciting, you wouldn't know what to expect and the longer you stay in a Horde area the longer you risk your own life.

When I looked to see if Galan was there, he wasn't. 'Guess he didn't want to come... or he went to go get his mounts.' I brought it to a run and made it to my house in less than five minutes. "ForestStalker, Levo, get over here, we're traveling." I called into the stables next to my house.

ForestStalker crept out from around the corner and growled lowly when he saw me. Under his armor he looked like a white Tiger. His armor consisted of a Goldenmask plate with blue glowing eyes. He had Blue-silver armor that went up his neck, onto his shoulders and thighs, and down his legs and tail. His saddle and parts of his armor where a dark blood red.

Levo was too big to be inside the stables so instead he lived on top of it. He took a deep breath, which had made a grunting type sound, and looked from the top of the stables to look down at me. Levo was a greyish-black Drake that had red horns the colour of molten Lava and multiple other spots with the same colour all over his body. He had a single blue and grey helmet that surrounded his ice blue eyes and a blue and grey saddle on his back.

I changed back into Night Elf form and hopped onto ForestStalker's saddle. "Come on boys." I patted ForestStalker on his shoulder and he purred in response. Next thing I knew we were running outside of Stormwind and on the path toward Duskwood, Levo was following from above.

'Too bad for Galan, he's going to miss out on all the fun.'