(A/N- please review and tell me what you think!)
(Catrina POV)
I was born in the eye of hurricane Katrina, in the sturdy basement of a hospital pretty far inland. Still, the storm roared on overhead until dying out just a mile from here. It was weak when it got here, very weak. But still, it left its mark. I emerged in the wreckage, my mother screaming in pain despite the meds. She was screaming for both her baby and the hurricane above. My parents knew they almost had to name me Katrina. But they didn't want it to be exactly the same.
A stray cat lost from the storm wandered up to me, laying in my sleeping mother's arms. No one noticed because it was just a tiny kitten. I giggled and pet it, then giggled more when it purred. My mother woke and laughed, watching her newborn playing with a kitten- a peculiar happening, indeed. So she named me Catrina, with 'cat' in it, so she could remember me playing with the tiny stray kitten as a newborn.
Twelve years later
(Lilypetal POV)
Crowtail crept through the forest ahead of me into Twolegplace. "There!" he hissed, flicking his tail towards the girl.
A younger Twoleg, who we were looking for, was sprawled out in a clearing of grass, asleep. Two kittypets were with her, napping beside her.
"Fleabrains," Crowtail hisses. "Napping with a Twoleg."
"A special, important Twoleg," I remind him. "Catrina."
"Well, they don't know that."
I sigh and step out to stand beside her. I lean over and look at her face. Black hair swirls around her, her pale face stark in contrast.
"Great StarClan," I mutter. "It is her." I poke and prod her with a paw. It's useless. Then I have an idea. "Catrina," I meow. He blinks and sits up, throwing me backwards. I sit back up and shake my pelt sourly.
"Sorry," she whispers, mewing. "I heard my name. Sorry." She pets my head. I resist the urge to move and flick my tail in the direction of the forest.
"Come," I meow. Her eyes widen.
"I can understand you," she meows.
"I can understand you," I say, shocked. "You're meowing, you know." She blinks and gasps, then blurts out a bunch of Twoleg nonsense.
"Sorry," she mews, narrowing her eyes at her voice as she does. She raises an eyebrow. "Is this magic?"
"StarClan no, magic doesn't exist." I say, starting off towards the forest with my tail swishing behind me. "Prophecies do, though, and you're in one of them, so come on."