Prologue

It was dark.

In a tidy room, a lanky girl lay under messy covers. Her breathing was even, and it was apparent that she was fast asleep.

Suddenly the girl stiffened. Her eyes blinked open, and she rolled over and squinted at the clock.

The red digits read a minute till midnight.

Sitting up, the girl leaned over the headboard and peered through the blinds. Outside, it was mostly dark, except for lights in front of a few houses, including her house, and the occasional streetlamp. The girl's squinted eyes darted to and fro.

I'm sure I heard something, the girl thought.

She stood up and walked to her dresser. She picked up a case and opened it. Slipping her glasses over her face, she returned to the window.

"Hm," she mused in a whisper. "I thought there was something out there..."

Grabbing her flashlight off of her desk, the girl walked to her door and opened it, wincing at the squeak. It seemed even louder in the silent night. She walked cautiously down the hall, trying her best to keep the floor from creaking.

At the end of the hall was the living room. The girl headed for the bay window and pushed her head through the closed curtains.

She squinted in the light of the outside lamp in her front yard. The driveway next to it had the usual minivan. It didn't go anywhere at night. There was a large shadow around the van where the light didn't reach. It was here that the girl focused her attention.

There appeared to be a faintly glowing thing crouched in the minivan's shadow. The girl continued staring at it. What could it be?

Suddenly the figure moved, crossing the corner of the lawn where the lamp resided and moving up the front walk. It halted in front of the step that led to the landing—if you could call it a landing—where the door was.

The girl pushed the rest of her body through the curtain so she could look through the side of the bay window. The figure was staring at her with incredibly catlikeeyes.

A cat? the girl asked herself. A glowing cat. Now, if Warriors is just a series, how could a "StarClan" cat come to my house? The girl shook her head. Don't be a mouse-brain. She gave a wry smile. Using Warriors jargon, again, eh? You're not a cat!

While the girl had this thought process, the "cat" continued staring at her, barely even blinking. After the girl chuckled at herself for using "mouse-brain", she turned her attention back to the figure.

She and it stared at each other for a bit. The girl fidgeted suddenly, quite disconcerted. Okay...there's a freaky glowing cat outside staring at me. Great. Juuuust great. Can't you just leave me alone so I can go back to bed? Please?

As if responding to her silent question, the cat blinked.

The girl sighed. Oh boy. You know I can't understand you, so why are you just sitting there? ! It's like you're expecting something...

The cat blinked again.

The girl brought her palm to her upper forehead and closed her eyes. "Arrrgh! Just go away, please!" she whispered through clenched teeth.

The cat blinked yet again.

"Okay," she whispered resignedly to the window, "what do you want?"

The cat flicked its tail.

"Do you want me to come outside?" the girl asked, swallowing her impatience.

The cat gave a tiny nod. The girl recoiled slightly in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and addressed the cat again.

"C-could you repeat that, please?" she asked.

The cat gave another nod. The girl sighed. Imagine that. I'm obeying a random glowing cat that likes to annoy young teenagers at 12 at night.

"I'll be right back," she whispered to the window, doing a mental eye roll at herself. "Will I be outside long?"

The cat stared for a few seconds, then shook its head slightly.

The girl hurried to her room and slipped on her sneakers. At another thought, she grabbed a sweater from her open closet and put it on as she returning to the living room. Once there, she took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

She shivered as she stepped outside. Buttoning up the sweater, she looked down at the glowing cat.

"What do you want?" she whispered to it.

The cat seemingly took a deep breath. "Sit," it told her in a shrill mew.

The girl gave a double take, then sat down on the step.

"It is time," the cat murmured. "Time to give you a test that none have ever experienced before."

"Huh?"

The cat put its front paws on the step and lifted up one. It placed it gingerly on the girl's leg. "You have another name," the cat meowed, looking directly into the girl's eyes. "Not only are you Julie, you are also Mothstar, an author on FanFiction."

The girl—Julie—gave a sharp intake of breath. "H-how did you know?"

"I know," the cat breathed. "This is much easier now that you already know what you want to look like..."

Bewildered, Julie tried to scoot away. "What...what's going on?"

The cat looked at her once again. This time, its eyes were glowing white. "Good luck," it meowed. This time, Julie realized that it wasn't talking in English. It was talking in cat language, and she could understand it. And it wasn't an "it", it was a she-cat; Julie could tell by its mew. A pale gray she-cat, Julie thought dully. A very pale gray she-cat. Like One-eye. Her thoughts were wandering. Why was she so tired? And she was dizzy. She lifted her right hand off of the step and rested her forehead in it.

"Good luck," the cat murmured.

And the world exploded into white sparkles and stars.

I wanted to thank Iceshadow of ShadowClan for betareading this! Please review!