A/N: Welcome to my new fic, My First to My Last. Nope, that's the title... oh, never mind. This is just a random Warriors/Harry Potter crossover. It doesn't really follow any plot in particular, just a load of stories and POV's strung together to make this load of dung I call a fan-fic.

Well, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Warriors and/or Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.

First Day

Summery: It's Rusty's first day at Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He's changed his name to Fire (of course), but he still feels nervous... wait, what the heck is going on?!

Rusty sat with his head resting against the cool glass pane. His emerald-green eyes watched as scenery flashed past the scarlet body of the Hogwarts Express. It was his first day at the Wizarding School, and he was feeling nervous.

"Can I sit with you?" he heard a voice call. Looking up, he saw a grey-haired boy with amber eyes stood in the doorway of his compartment. He nodded.

"Yeah."

The boy came in and sat down. "My name's Greypaw," he introduced himself, "What's your name?"

"Ru-" Rusty began, but then shook his head. Two days ago he'd changed his name, and he was forgetting it already... "Firepaw," he stated.

"Cool," Greypaw said. "What house do you think you'll be in?"

"I don't know," Rusty replied, blinking.

"I'm hoping to get into Gryffindor," Greypaw said. "Did you know that at the end of fifth year, you have a load of tests, and when they're done you get a proper last name, not just 'paw'?"

"No, I didn't," Firepaw said.

"Mm-hmm," Greypaw agreed. "I don't know why all kids of Hogwarts age have to have 'paw' for a last name anyway. Why can't we just keep our parents last names?"

Firepaw had no answers to this. The day wore on and the train approached Hogsmeade station. The two boys changed before leaving the train, and getting on the boats to sail up to the castle.

"Uh, I don't like this," Greypaw groaned. "This's why I'm not RiverClan."

When they reached the castle they were hoarded into the Great Hall. In the middle sat a mouldy old hat and a stool on which it was placed.

"Uh-oh," Greypaw muttered.

"What?" Firepaw asked, his eyes never straying from the ripped headgear.

"That's the Sorting Hat. It's incredibly clever, but... well, it's not the most fantastic singer."

"What's that go to-" Firepaw began, but was cut off as the hat began to sing (or caterwaul was more like it).

"I am the Sorting Hat," it sang in an opera-ish tone.

"Nice of you to drop by

Let me sort you by the hand

What a mixed bunch, my oh my!

Maybe you will go into

House of the lions

Gryffindor are so brave

Their memories shine in the sky like Orion

Or then there's Slytherin

The sneakiest of the lot

They know their stuff

Lock you in a room and leave you there to rot

Then there's sweet Ravenclaw

My, what a clever bunch

For them brains comes over brawn

Welcome to the book-crunch

Finally I introduce

That house of odd talents!

Hufflepuffs are fair and just

With their share of ah-maz-ments

I am the Sorting Hat

Come and sit with me

I will tell you everything

Where you were meant to beeeeeeeeeee!"

There was a round of applause- mostly because the students were glad the hat had finally shut up.

Firepaw watched people be called forwards (he took note of "Paw, One" who went to Hufflepuff, "Paw, Sand" who went to Gryffindor ((she was hot!)) and "Paw, Silver" who went to Ravenclaw).

"Paw, Grey," was called out and Greypaw sat beneath the hat. It took little to no time before the hat yelled,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Three more people were called up ("Paw, Little" went to Slytherin, "Paw, Raven" to Gryffindor and "Paw, Dust" to Gryffindor) before his name was called:

"Paw, Fire."

Firepaw, swallowing his nervousness, walked forwards and pulled the hat on. He heard it's voice whispering into his ears- luckily, this time it wasn't singing.

"Hmm... Not Ravenclaw, no. Not Slytherin either; you are Ambitious, but you don't like lying... maybe Hufflepuff? You are fair and just; more so than you should be. But outshining that is certainly bravery, courage and loyalty... there's no other place to put you than

GRYFFINDOR!"

Firepaw went to sit down at the table beside Greypaw, who patted him on the back and whispered, "Well done, mate."

Life-Changing

Summery: Ravenpaw has always been rather shy... and yet, after five minutes of being at Hogwarts, he's found his three best friends for life.

"...And finally, Quidditch trials will be announced at a later date," Professor Star, the headmistress, announced. She waved her hand and on the table appeared piles of food (on plates, of course). "Tuck in!" Professor Star commanded, and the students began to eat.

Ravenpaw sat next to his brother Dustpaw, twiddling his thumbs. Dustpaw was eating and talking to the girl next to him (Sandypaw, if Ravenpaw remembered correctly), but stopped when he realised Ravenpaw's plate was empty.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?' he asked. Ravenpaw shrugged. Dustpaw sighed and rolled his eyes. "Bro, go talk to someone!"

Ravenpaw shook his head quickly. No way! Dustpaw sighed again and pushed him away.

"You can't just hang around with me all the time, Ravenpaw. Go over there and talk to someone! And eat some food while you're at it," he added, before shoving his brother down the bench. Ravenpaw, being so skinny, slid down with little effort, until he bumped into someone- a grey-haired boy with amber eyes.

"S-Sorry!" he squeaked, mentally cursing his brother. No-one would be his friend now!

"S'alright," the other boy muttered, his mouth full and his voice slurred. A second boy, with ginger hair and green eyes, peered round at Ravenpaw and the grey-haired boy.

"Greypaw, don't talk- or chew, for that matter- with your mouth open!" he scolded. Then he rolled his eyes at Ravenpaw, giving him a wave. "Hi, I'm Firepaw, and this pig here-" he gave the grey-haired boy a playful shove- "Is Greypaw. What's your name?"

"Ravenpaw," Ravenpaw said shyly. Firepaw grinned.

"Nice to meet you, Ravenpaw! Say, have you had any of this roast chicken yet?" Ravenpaw shook his head. Firepaw pulled a chunk off the bone and put it onto Ravenpaw's plate. "Here, have some," he said, "It's life-changing!"

As Ravenpaw tried it, he had to agree- it was life-changing. Not the chicken, of course... but having friends.

A/N: All the chapters will probably contain between one and three short stories, depending on how I feel. They'll all be centered around different cats and timelines, so it's a bit mis-matched.

Tell me what you think in a review!

-Invisi