Eyy, welcome to my first official Warriors story. You know, because I like seeing stories that actually make sense, and I've already read all those.
So, meet Piper, the poor teenage girl thrown in to the world of Warriors and needs to find a way out.
Minor language. Warriors belongs to the Erin Hunter. Everything belongs to their respectful owners, I only own my character Piper.
This chapter is dedicated to my friend, Kalysta.
Happy birthday, nerd.
"You being here serves a purpose. You have twelve moons until your time is up."
"What is that even supposed to mean, anyways?! I've got an entire year to do what, purposely laze around as a stupid cat?" Piper sputtered. She wobbled back and forth on her furry paws, trying to get a steady view of her reflection in the water of the stream that she woke up next to. The whispering, melodious voice lingered far after she'd opened her eyes.
'Probably in some stupid dream.' She'd fallen asleep while watching a documentary in her history class and ended up 'waking up' in the middle of some field. And of course, standing on two legs didn't work as a cat that she somehow turned in to from her normal human self.
'I was perfectly fine before, thank you very much.'
It wasn't hard at all to be on all fours as a human, but with the drastic change in her skeleton, she could barely even figure out how to work her new tail. Everything was so...
Inhuman.
Obviously.
Piper found herself to be a white cat with longish, ruffled fur that made her look as if she used to live in a constant windy storm. Warm black was blotted across her snowy pelt, shadows mixed with very few brown and grayish hairs. Lengthy whiskers protruded from her snout and eyebrow area, blending in nicely with her black and white face instead of contrasting strongly and making her face look odd.
From her limited knowledge on cat breeds, she guessed that she could have been a Norwegian Forest cat. She accepted the fact that it actually did make sense for where she came from.
Piper was living–or rather, used to live–in Montana, almost constantly surrounded by heavy snow until a blazing summer rolled around for a short time and rolled right back out. She shrugged off the thought, but appreciated the feline style.
The 'cat' faced away from the stream and finally managed to properly balance on her paws. The field around her was covered in tall grass with reeds lining the thin stream that cut said field in half. From where she was, she couldn't actually see anything.
'Okay. Uh. First things first... What comes first in this situation? Oh, right! Let's put first things first and find out where the hell I am.' Piper carefully walked along the stream, the fur on her lower legs barely even damp from her feet having been in the water. She moved slowly, but with a purpose to find any sort of distinguishing landmark.
Something like that.
The sun shone harsh on her back, heating up her fur until she felt almost uncomfortably warm while she moved. Up in the trees that were around her, the light flooded through the leaves and dappled the dead grass bordering the stream. Piper's face was hot in the stuffy breeze, despite it being autumn from the looks of everything.
Why would there even be a 'distinguishing landmark' out in such an open place? Piper shook her head and stopped when she noticed that she'd emerged from the crisp foliage that clustered around the stream.
A large lake lay a few feet in front of her, and she wanted to cry. Lakes did not help her at all in any situation ever.
Piper groaned for at least five seconds as she approached the body of water, walking along its edge for at least half an hour. She stumbled and tripped on roots and lodged rocks numerous times, but kept getting back up. No one was at the dock that she had passed, so she kept on. The thought of throwing herself in to the water to cool down came up a couple times, yet she always pushed it away.
Even at the second dock in her passing, no one was around. No one, and no thing. It was like the entire place was...dead.
Abandoned.
The only sounds around Piper included the light trickling waves of the lake and the thumping of her own footsteps. Uh–pawsteps. The near-silence reached through Piper's tufted ears and itched at her mind, to which she tried to make up for the emptiness by shuffling her feet–paws along the loose dirt and tapping against smooth stones.
'I swear that there was a thing I read once, something about not being able to read in a dream. Would I still be able to read and understand English speaking humans as a cat? Imagine if I could suddenly understand Russians. Now how cool would that be? Need a cat translator for your political affairs? Don't particularly care for that stuff, but I can speak German and Manganese! Wait, I think that last one's an element...'
Piper waded through another stream and cringed as her fe–paws sank in to the thick mud. She tugged them forward, barely able to get one up before she became unbalanced and had to slap it back down in front of her. The water tickled at her belly before she hopped on to a couple rocks to get out of the deepest part before she got swept off by the barely-flowing water.
Either that stream was big, or she was just small. Probably the latter.
She leaped on to the other side from the lodged rock in the middle. Her muddy paws came in to contact with the dry earth, and she tumbled on to her shoulder.
Piper huffed and stood back up, trying to flick the water from each of her legs while she walked.
'Okay, I am tired of this stupid lake. Maybe if I walk in one direction for long enough, I'll either find something, or wake the hell up.' Piper turned away from the lake edge and towards the forest behind it.
The forest was thick and untamed. The trees grew spread apart, but their branches extended their reach to other winding arms, their leaves layering and covering the area below in shade and sparsely flecked it with light. Piper, of course, couldn't say for sure what kind of trees they were, but she could obviously tell that they were amazingly tall. Yet, they were not at all like the dark pine trees she was raised around, with their angry pine needles and violent need to litter the ground with their hell cones. The forest floor was covered in shrubs, bushes, ferns, different sorts of flowers, almost anything that Piper could think of that would be in a forest. Although, mushrooms did not seem at all abundant in the area that she traveled across, and were more rare than anything.
All sorts of scents floated through the air, varying widely from the swirling scent of lake water and fish. There was one faint smell that never changed in every direction that she went in. She couldn't pinpoint it for the life of her, but she was so curious to find out what it was. It was light, quite obviously smelled like the forest, but something about it was very...catlike.
A cool breeze ruffled Piper's fur, and she sighed in relief. It was a huge change from the stuffy air of the areas outside that particular forest, and she was thankful for the drastic change in temperature. It still felt like summer, but it was a lot more tolerable when it came to having the long fur that she'd been thrown in to that place with.
Suddenly, only a couple minutes from the shore, Piper felt a huge force slam in to her side and knock her over.
Before she could even sniff, she was pinned on to her belly with one of her front legs crushed beneath her. A weight was pressed heavily against her shoulders.
"Intruder!" someone yowled.
"Good nose, Mousepaw," came a voice from somewhere above Piper. Her eyes went wide, and she almost felt excited that she had finally found someone. That feeling was quickly snuffed out by the reminder that she was pinned and probably going to get cat-beaten up. "What are you doing on Thunderclan territory, loner?"
"Who, me?" said Piper, her voice muffled by her snout being half-buried in the soft grass below her. "Well, I was minding my own business until you guys came along."
"Leave the territory immediately, or we'll have to force you," another voice hissed deeply. Unsheathed claws were the first thing she saw before the black paw registered in her mind as it was set down in front of her. She tried to look up, barely getting a view of the new cat that stood in front of her.
Black fur with a brown underbelly.
Amber eyes.
Especially long legs.
Spiderleg.
'Mousepaw.'
A lake.
'Oh no. Aw hell. Oh my god, it's Warriors, no. Why did it have to happen to me? Why not some wretched tween who's actually in love with the series?' Piper thought bitterly. She silently groaned, but felt her mouth start to move on its own.
"I came here to join Thunderclan," she said with a somewhat monotone voice.
Wait–
'Hold on, what? I didn't–I–What?'
"Take me to the clan leader," Piper demanded, still not in control of her own vocal cords.
'Who said I actually wanted to join? Well, technically it was me...but it also wasn't!'
The cat above her seemed to hesitate before getting off of her. Piper stood up and shook the dirt and grass blades from her thick fur. Her almond-shaped eyes went from one cat to another. They were in a patrol, three warriors, two of them having brought their apprentices along. Their gazes seemed uneasy, giving away that they almost didn't trust the black and white she-cat, once a human, standing before them.
Not that they knew the human part.
Piper was definitely smaller than the warriors, and almost as big as the apprentices. She mentally frowned upon that, still the small one among whatever bunch she hung around.
One cat turned, then the rest followed after with two flanking Piper.
'Why..?'
That concludes our first chapter of this story! May be subject to change if it's something major, or just fixing mistakes.
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