Hey, guys! Those of you who know me well know that I have an account on the Warriors Message Board as Winterstorm. This fanfiction has been up on there for ages, so I decided to post it here. It gets better as it goes on, trust me. Anyway, I think it was an interesting concept. Enjoy!

Jayfeather walked slowly through the starry forest. A low fog covered everything in sight. He had never seen such a fog in StarClan before. Could it be a sign? His eyes darted from side to side, as if awaiting someone, or preparing for an ambush, ready to strike.

"You're here," a voice sounded through the mist. "I've been waiting."

Jayfeather snapped around to try to pick out the speaker. It was difficult, as the cat's pelt was as gray as the fog. But the stars in her fur and her orange eyes shone through.

"I have important news," the old gray cat meowed. "You may not want to hear all of it."

"Does it have to do with the three?" he asked. "Maybe an explaination for all this mist? I can't see too much better than I can in real life."

The old she-cat's eyes shone with humor. "I can't tell you which one is the third cat, mousebrain," she yawned. "At least, not yet. They are still too young. But there is a great task ahead of you. I hope you will gather the courage to undertake it."

Jayfeather's ears pricked in guarded curiosity. "What task, Yellowfang?" he asked.

"It will be a test of courage and wits," Yellowfang replied, her voice icily calm. "You must be strong and sharp. But do not worry, you will not be alone."

"What is it already?" the gray tabby complained.

"You must be prepared. The hour has come to defend all you know, and become the enemy. The fate of the forest lays on you, and you must learn how to spread your wings."

Jayfeather stared as Yellowfang uttered this strange prophecy. "Lays... on me? Become the enemy? What do you mean?"

"It will become clear... Sooner than you think." The former medicine cat's gaze was somewhere else, somewhere far away. "I wish you the greatest of luck, for you shall need it."
She touched noses with the ThunderClan medicine cat, and he was enveloped in fog as he seemed to shimmer and dissapear.

The roar of twoleg monsters rushed in Lionblaze's ear as he lightly awoke from his slumber. He opened his eyes, surprised to be greeted by blinding sunlight. He was sure he wasn't in the warriors den, it wasn't this bright.

Where am I? he thought. He pressed one paw over his face to protect his eyes from the sunlight. He was then greeted with the suprise of his life.

The paw he had pressed on his face was not that of a cat, but a hairless, wide hand. He opened his amber eyes wide open at the suprise of the new appendage. Sure enough, his was greeted with not his own furry golden paw, but the five fingered claw of a twoleg. He lept up and saw that he instinctively landed on two feet. He looked down to see not fur, but more the two-part pelts that twolegs wore. The top part was the same color as his pelt was normally in cat form, but a different texture. The bottom part was separated from the top, and was a light sandy-tanish color. It was short, and reached only from his wait to his knees. On his rear paws rested strange white things Lionblaze guessed were protection for twoleg paws. He stood up. He was lying in the middle of a thunderpath.

He heard the loud growl of a twoleg monster approach. He ran across to the smaller hard, stony paths that stand parallel to the thunderpath. There he saw in an alleyway two unconcious twolegs, lying down in the dirty alley as if they had been knocked out. They had odd gray-colored hair, which Lionblaze had noticed was normally only present in twolegs if they were very elderly. But these twolegs looked no older than him, one a female and one male. The male had an odd pattern in his hair, as some hair was darker than other bits, almost like a tabby. There was an odd familiarity in both of them, as if Lionblaze had known them his whole life.

The male's eyes snapped open, the images around him pouring into his smoky blue gaze. He looked around with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe he could see-or if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes first rested on the female twoleg lying next to him, then to Lionblaze. As the former warrior met the other's gaze, he suddenly knew who he was looking at.

"Jayfeather?"

That's right. Twolegs. Let's get ready for some confusion...