Edited on 22nd of November

Author note: Ok, so I've been an avid fanfiction reader for 6/7 years and I've pretty much devoured all kinds of femmeslash fanfics from every fandom there is, both here and ao3, so I've decided to take a crack at writing some. I've never been much of a writer, but I've read some pretty bad, as well as amazing fanfics, so I figured 'Can't do much worse' and if not, then at least I'll get some practice in (which I honestly desperately need). That said, please be constructive critics because I don't have a lot of confidence in this world yet, but if you can't be nice tell me something anyway and I'll deal.

All of my fics will be femmeslash so if that's not you're thing, you know, don't read, also if I continue writing fanfics some of them might be rated Mature but since I'm only 'dipping my toes' here for now I'm going to stick with K /T.

So, you know the drill, "No copyright infringement intended" (bla bla bla). Have fun and hope you like it ;)

'Spirit animal'

'Thoughts'

'Speak'

Bella loved to explore her surroundings, taking walks through the neighborhood or trying to figure out how things worked (even outlets weren't safe from her). As a young girl whose mom was absent most of the time, be it working or just mentally absent, she did a lot of these things by herself, which people usually found strange, particularly when a child is seen walking down a street by herself. She can't really blame them either, considering this penchant of hers almost got her in trouble more than one however, because of it she also discovered quite early in life that she was special.

On a particular day, when her mother was out gallivanting, having forgotten she even had a 10-year-old daughter, young Bella decided she would take a walk to the park near her house. It was so close by, and her mother never had time to take her, so she decided to go alone, it's not like anything bad had ever happened in her neighborhood anyway.

However, without her knowing it, there was a predator nearby and he had been watching, biding his time. But the moment he made his move, just as he had reached out, the chloroform cloth in hand, something peculiar happened in Bella's mind, a previously mute voice suddenly awoke and spoke to her, just one word 'RUN!'.

At that, the young girl started running home and never looked back. She didn't know why she had listened to the voice nor what would have happened if she hadn't, but she had a feeling she didn't want to find out either. When she got home it took her a minute to get her bearings together, so she didn't immediately notice, but, when she took stock of herself, young Bella realized she was standing on four legs instead of two 'What the hell?'

She made her way through the doggy door into her house to stand in front of her mirror, the same chocolate eyes and button nose as every other day of her young life looked back at her, but in a feline body. She was small, no bigger than a kit, with short mahogany brown spots and light brown fur covering her whole, apart from her paws and underbelly which we're white. It was a shocking sight but strangely it felt almost natural to her, almost as if this form is no more than an extension of herself.

With this new gift wandering through town, at night obviously (her mom didn't notice anyway) became, not only an escape from her daily adult responsibilities, unjustly placed on her, but also an excuse to turn furry, as she took to calling it.

As such, there was no surprise to find that, once she got to the rainy old town of Forks, after her mother practically threw her 17-year-old self out, wandering is exactly what she found herself doing. But, she quickly discovered, it's much easier to get lost in forests, especially in this towns'.

As she left Charlies' house for the edge of the woods, she smelled a sweet alluring scent in the air, which only got stronger when she turned.

After her first change, she went searching everywhere for information on what manner of creature she could be, but sadly found nothing but myths and legends. She could deduce from these that she was probably a type of shapeshifter which took the form of an Iberian lynx.

Considering this was to be her new territory, she needed to explore it and, also, see if she could find the origin of that sweet scent which seemed to be everywhere.

She was so excited that she took off running, bypassing trees, jumping over logs, messing with the deer (one even kicked her when she jumped on it 'Probably deserved it too'). She was all over the place, as such it was no surprise that, when she finally stopped, she found herself in a clearing with no idea how she got there. A closer examination of her surroundings led her to a river, where she decided to drink from.

When she went to take a drink however, there was an almost repulsive smell coming from the other side of the river 'Huh, what is that? First a sweet smell and now this? This just gets curiouser and curiouser!'.

She decided to ignore it for now and keep exploring her side today 'Need to leave some surprises for another day!' she giggled at her thoughts. As she made to go back into her woods though, she found herself faced with a short statuesque form watching her from the edge of the woods. As she took in this beautiful pixie like woman, with all her senses, she found her to emanate that same sweet scent which permeates her new territory.

P.S.:

This story isn't finished, is subject to change based on the reviews you give (if you think I should write something in a different way, misspelling, whatever comes to mind), and is supposed to be a small story as a test/train for my writing skill, as such I don't expect to have a lot to explore here (unless I decide otherwise in the future).