I never thought this would happen. I had only hoped. My dream had come true, and now I am living in a world of peace. Dreams come to an end, but my end hasn't come yet. I will live to fight. And fight to live in the world I had wished to be in.

Daylight shown brightly on the moors. Dewdrops glistened in the green grass and the wind flowed softly. Leaf-fall began to cover the lake's territory, and the weather had gotten cooler. Everything was at peace; the cats who lived on the land had no trouble.

A single cat lay stranded on a hill on the moor, unconscious. The cat was pure white, with a honey colored tail tip and heart mark on her chest. She hadn't known how she got there, or why.

The cat began to awaken, feeling wary and confused. She opened her eyes, having her eyes be an unusual dark brown color. She slowly began to lift herself up, her legs being wobbly as if they were barely used. She pushed herself up after many seconds of trying, and then looked around.

Her vision was blurry, from which she didn't know why. She narrowed her eyes to see better, and made out what she was looking at. A large lake lay in front of her, with trees and a mountain being the background. On her right were more woodlands, with another mountain behind it. Her left showed a marshy wetland on the other side of the lake, and she realized she was standing on the moorland. On the edge of the moorland was a Twoleg barn, with a thunderpath right next to it.

The she-cat couldn't understand. Am I dreaming? It felt too real to be a dream; though, everything looked familiar. Yet, it had to be a dream if it were to be real. I thought I was in bed in my house. Why am I here?

She began walking towards the edge of the lake, but stopped. She noticed that her movement and surroundings have changed. Everything looked huge as if she had shrunk. Scared, she looked at her left hand; at least she thought it was.

She stared at a white paw. Horrified, she looks across her back and her eyes widened to see a tail attached to her. What? No no no no no what's going on? She began to breathe quickly, mystified of how she became a cat.

It clicked. What, no. This can't be real. It's impossible. Am I in...Warriors? A Twoleg, whisked into the world of Warriors? She had declared it was too real to be a dream, and something would have gone strange by now if it were one. Baffled, she continued padding over to the lake, trying to get used to her new functions. She went down the hill she was on, and stepped onto sand which got wetter as she went on. The she-cat stopped right at the edge of the glistening lake, which to her size, looked to go on quite far.

Why was I sent here? Did StarClan do this? She looked up into the sky as if she were to see StarClan. Small clouds were scattered around the blue surface, and the sun shined brightly. She had read ever single Warriors book and has known every secret, most cats, and most of the history there ever was. The books had become something: a meaningful part of her life. She would have never expected to be put inside it. Besides how she got inside it, what part of the story was she in? That was important if she were to be here.

But before anything else, there was one thing she had to do: join ThunderClan. It was crazy to think that a clan would even consider to let a Twoleg join. But she was sent here for a reason, and joining a clan seemed like what she was supposed to do. They had brought in many kittypets...including Sol. What if they thought she was like Sol? Then what?

The she-cat gazed across the sun-shined water, then decided to get to ThunderClan territory before anyone spotted her. She walked along the edge of the lake, knowing the rule of having to be within a few tail-lengths outside of the water. She then began contemplating her name, whether or not to call herself her real name, or her picked out warrior name. More and more questions built up as she continued to the border.

Trying to answer the questions, she walked on until she hit the stream that split ThunderClan and WindClan. She decided to wait near the stream until a patrol came by so she could be escorted to the clan, if they let her.

After waiting a few minutes, she looked up at the sun to see it in the position of noon; the clan would probably send out a sunhigh patrol. By any chance when the patrol comes, she won't become too nervous and stutter every word she says.

After a few more minutes, the cat heard leaves rustle at the entrance of the forest. By instinct, she hid behind a nearby bush to her left. Why did I do that?, she thought, Now how am I going to present myself?

Peeking through the bush, she saw what looked to be three cats, one brownish with white spots, a golden-brown cat, and one large, entirely brown colored cat. She couldn't figure out who was who, since there were so many names and cats. The large cat waved his tail a certain way, and they all went around the area and sniffed for any unusual scents.

After a minute or two, the brown cat looked to have a confused expression on his face. It sniffed a patch of grass a couple times and then waved his tail to beckon the two others. The others sniffed the patch and looked back at the brown cat, also having confused expressions.

The cat with the white spots spoke, in which it had the voice of a she-cat. "Thornclaw, what do you think the scent is?" So the brown cat is Thornclaw.

Thornclaw said, "I don't know, I've never come across it." He looked over to his right and looked at the golden-brown cat. "What do you think we should do, Lionblaze?" Lionblaze! And the girl is...

Lionblaze responded, "I think we should report it to Bramblestar; the scent doesn't smell like any of the clans, nor kittypets or Twolegs." He looked over to the she-cat. "Blossomfall, go back to camp and tell Bramblestar, we'll stay and investigate." Blossomfall nodded and ran off into the forest.

The cat behind the bush thought to herself, I don't know if this is the best moment to show myself, but it's so far a good option. Here goes... Slowly, the she-cat let herself creep out of behind the bush.

Thornclaw and Lionblaze were looking around the area in search of what the she-cat thought was to be her. She didn't know what any scents smelled like, thanks to the lack of human abilities, so she couldn't tell which scent was hers. She jumped across the stream, now being on ThunderClan territory.

After standing for a few seconds, Lionblaze noticed her, flinched from surprise, and raised his fur. He spoke to Thornclaw in a whispering voice saying, "Hey, there's someone here." Thornclaw stopped his search and went over to Lionblaze. They both walked closer to the she-cat, and stopped two tail-lengths away. They both looked like they were going to attack her.

Thornclaw asked in a harsh way, "Where did you come from? We scented you but didn't see you."

Feeling highly nervous, she honestly answered, "I was hiding behind that bush." She worked her tail to point at the bush she was at.

Lionblaze questioned back. "You should have known you weren't supposed to stray over here. Are you here for any reason?"

The cat answered again, failing as she searched for words, "Well...I-I don't know. I don't come from around here. I..." Goodness, couldn't I have figured out how to answer? This always happens when I try to answer something when the reason is so ridiculous!, she scolded herself. She argued back at herself, No! I will find the words to answer.

She tried to answer again, feeling more confident, "I did come here for a reason. I don't live here, and I would explain if the reason wasn't too strange." She then hoped that the two cats wouldn't force her to leave.

Lionblaze showed a confused face to the answer, and Thornclaw looked unsure. Both looked calmer, knowing the cat isn't a threat. Lionblaze responded, "Well, alright." He glanced over to Thornclaw, then back at the she-cat. Lionblaze was going to speak, but Thornclaw interrupted. "Wait, do you know a cat by the name of Sol?"

Not thinking, the she-cat said, "I am not a part of anything Sol is doing." She shut her muzzle before she said anything else. Oh, no. If I said I didn't know who he was, then it might have turned out better!

Thornclaw was going to ask again but Lionblaze stopped him. "Maybe I should talk to her if she's going to explain her 'strange' reason." Thornclaw let out a grunt, looking to be reluctantly agreeing, and padded away, probably back to camp.

Lionblaze sat down, watching the cat, and asked, "Well, what's your reason?"

Gulping with fear, the cat answered, "I..." Talking fast, she burst out the reason of how she came. "I didn't walk here; I somehow appeared on the moor not knowing how I did, then realized I appeared here, where the clans are. I decided it would be best to hopefully stay in ThunderClan to figure out why I'm here." During her hasty explanation, she began to pace. "And I promise I am no where a part of Sol. I know what he did and it was for the stupidest reasons to. And why I appeared on the moor? I don't know. At first I thought I was in bed as my normal self but instead I turned into a cat!" The she-cat panted from her explanation. She went on. "No, I wasn't a cat at first, I was a Human! How do I know about ThunderClan? Because this entire place is based on a book! I have read every book and know every secret, strategy, and...and..." She stopped herself from going on even further, and then realized she had been pacing back and forth without knowing. She stopped and looked at Lionblaze.

He looked completely stunned. The she-cat panted, and sat down waiting for an answer. Silence seemed to come and the only sound was the wind picking up leaves.

Lionblaze looked like he was thinking, then looked up as the white cat said, "Crazy, right? And sorry for the long explanation, I do that when I'm nervous, and I end up being one-hundred percent honest to prove my innocence or something like that."

Lionblaze finally spoke. "Yeah, weird. About how you came, it sounds like something StarClan would do." He paused, then asked, "What's your name?"

The she-cat responded after thinking, "You can call me Whiteheart. It's a name that I chose for myself because of how much I enjoyed reading Warriors." Lionblaze nodded.

The warrior got up and asked a final question. "Do you want to visit ThunderClan? Your appearance could mean something."

Trying to keep her excitement down, said, "I would love to." She smiled and followed Lionblaze into the forest.

Sunlight streamed through the high up branches and dotted the two cat's pelts. The wind twirled the leaves around and rustled the branches, sometimes sending autumn colored leaves to shower onto the ground. It must be fall, or in this case, Leaf-fall. A nearby stream flowed down a bank, going towards the lake. I think that's the stream that got dried up because of the beavers. Leaves crunched under the pawsteps of the two as they entered a path which had a view of the entrance of the camp. What in the name of StarClan will the other cats think if another 'cat' joins? I hope I don't get too nervous or scared or anything...

The two got to the walkway that leads into the gorge. Whiteheart could see cats walk around the camp: elders, kits, warriors, apprentices, and others. They walked to the thorn barrier and squeezed past it into the camp. It was far more crowded than it looked from far away. She whispered 'sorry' and 'excuse me' as she walked past staring cats while following Lionblaze. She heard conversations like queens telling their kits commands and elders speaking to apprentices. Whiteheart kept walking, then noticed she had gotten to the leader's den, having the entrance located on top of the rock pile with the ledge.

Lionblaze said, "Wait here." Then he climbed up the rock pile and went into the den. Whiteheart heard talking up in the den, but nothing harsh. She looked around and saw some cats glancing over to her and whispering about her. The cat felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. This all made her feel extremely uncomfortable with every cat watching her.

Eventually she heard pawsteps come from up top. Lionblaze came down from the den and Bramblestar peeked out after him. Bramblestar stood halfway out of his den and looked at Whiteheart. She also noticed that most of everyone were either looking at the leader, or the new comer. Bramblestar dipped his head to Whiteheart, signaling for her to come in. She clumsily climbed up the rock pile and went through the hole into a small, dim cave.

The cave was big enough to fit three, maybe four, cats at a time, and the only thing in it was a nest to sleep in. Bramblestar laid down in his nest while Whiteheart sat down a few mouse-lengths from the entrance.

The brown-black tabby leader spoke. "Welcome to ThunderClan Whiteheart. Lionblaze told me what you told him, about how you got here. You might be able to stay here for a while, if the clan doesn't make too much of a complaint about it. But before I announce your arrival here, I'll ask you a few questions."

Whiteheart responded, "Well, ask away."

"First off, what do you mean by, 'you are a Twoleg'?"

The she-cat responded, "Because I am? I just was one, then somehow when I was going to sleep in my bed-I mean nest-I just then fell asleep and woke up here. I have always wondered what it would be like to have the life of a warrior, and I guess StarClan answered my prayers."

Bramblestar nodded, then asked, "When you said you, well, read something to know us and everything here, what were you talking about?"

"One of the things Twolegs like to do is write. Writing is using a written language. You know how you speak your cat language? Well we have ours, and we use symbols like this," She picked up her right paw and somehow figured out how to unsheathe her claws. She then used the left most claw to make the letter 'B' on some of the dirt on the floor. After showing it, she erased it by sweeping the dirt. "to make letters. Then we made twenty-five more to make written words. We make each letter to have a sound, then combine them to make each word work. And what I read was a book. A book is an object full of words, it can be informational or made up, depending on what kind it is."

Bramblestar looked astonished. "Wow, I didn't know Twolegs were like that. I thought they were just clumsy, mouse-brained animals."

Whiteheart decided not to take any offense to that. "Well, we're not."

"One last thing: if you know everything, then you know the past as well?"

The white cat nodded. "Yes, and I won't say anything because it's either someone else's secret, you wouldn't know, or it's too sad to mention."

The leader nodded in respect of the she-cat's decision. "Alright then. I guess I can hold a clan meeting now. Go stand to the right of the rock pile so every cat can see you." Whiteheart got up and dipped her head.

Whiteheart walked out of the den and climbed down the pile to the right and sat down. Bramblestar walked out after her and stood on the ledge. He spoke the traditional call. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"

Almost every cat was outside, so they moved closer to the Highledge and looked at either Bramblestar or Whiteheart. The white she-cat felt like she wanted to sink into the ground. Being put in front of an audience was worse than being looked at. When everyone was seated, which included kits, everything turned quiet.

Bramblestar started the meeting. "I have called this meeting to discuss something that has happened on a sunhigh patrol. This she-cat, who says to be called Whiteheart, was found saying she was brought here by StarClan. After talking to her about why she is here, I have decided to let her stay." Whispers of a mix of refusal and inquiry began to arouse from the crowd.

One cat, a tom by the sound of it, shouted to Bramblestar, "Why are you letting her join? Why is she so important?"

Another cat said, "She doesn't have a reason of being here even if she is from StarClan!"

Whiteheart tried to look unhurt, and began to nervously scrape the ground with unsheathed claws. Bramblestar answered over the yelling. "She has said she came from StarClan because she was a Twoleg at first." Shock coursed through the crowd and they gasped, and then became quiet. "This may mean something to the clans, and we can't make the mistake of leaving her out there. I will let her stay for three sunrises for any signs to explain why she is here." The clan then got up from sitting and went on with whatever they were doing.

Bramblestar went down the rocks to Whiteheart, and talked to her. "I'm sorry you can't stay any longer. I don't want to upset the clan too much. I just became leader half a moon ago and-"

"Wait!" Whiteheart interrupted him. "The battle between you guys and the dark forest happened two weeks ago? That's probably after Dovewing's Silence and..." She stopped talking, realizing Bramblestar wouldn't know what she was saying. "I mean...when I say two weeks I mean half a moon and when I said Dovewing's Silence, I mean it was a book after the battle." She paused, and then said, "Oh, yes, right. You're still trying to follow in Firestar's foot-I mean paw steps. You'll get the hang of it."

Bramblestar had half understanding look, but didn't question it. "Right." He moved on to another subject. "The other thing I wanted to say is I wanted to see your battle and hunting skills. I'll show you to the mossy clearing."

They immediately went off to the clearing, in which Whiteheart hoped to be empty. They didn't have to walk very far, and the walkway was filled more with roots and rocks than the one she took to camp. She almost tripped a few times because of not knowing how to properly work like a cat. Great, now that I'm a cat I don't have actual thumbs, or Two-leg-like legs. And I can't grab anything with my paws! At least there's more good things to say, like having a tail, better senses...Whiteheart kept talking to herself inside her head most of the way to the clearing, like most times.

Eventually they got to the clearing. As she had pictured it, it was a very large clearing with moss covering and cushioning the ground. Trees hung over the area, and it was also quiet. Bramblestar walked to the other side of the clearing with Whiteheart following.

The leader positioned himself in a seat-like root of a tree, and Whiteheart stood in front of him. Bramblestar started the test. "Of course, you'll need a mentor for everything, but I want to see if you are fit for clan life." He got up and stood in front of Whiteheart. "Try to attack me in any way. But, I will defend myself."

Whiteheart nodded. She analyzed what she could do: she could go straight at him but he could easily dodge her. Maybe she could do this...

Figuring out which functions to use, Whiteheart aimed for her left of him, then pounced, turning her head to the right. Bramblestar jumped to his right, but as soon as Whiteheart landed she pounced to her right. She forcefully pushed over Bramblestar, then he hit the soft ground and Whiteheart held him down with her front paws. After that she let him get up, backing away. That felt...cool, in a way. I hope I didn't hurt him!

When Bramblestar got up, he said, "You're good, for a Twoleg. I think you'll be quite a fighter."

Whiteheart smiled. "Thanks. I used logic to figure that out actually; I figured you were going to move to your left if I purposely missed, which would catch you off guard a bit. That would be an advantage for me when I turn to push you over."

"Clever." Bramblestar took a few steps towards the exit. "Now, you seem to know how to fight; let's go see if you can catch a mouse."

Whiteheart nodded, then followed him out. Leaf-fall may not be a convenient time for hunting, since prey would be hiding from the cold, and so Whiteheart might have trouble. Bramblestar led her to the stream that flowed to the lake. This would be good because the stream would be a slight sound, and it would partially sound over paw steps. Plus, prey would be near water to drink it often.

Bramblestar began walking to a bush a little far from the stream, and said, "I'll be watching you from over here." He then went to the bush and hid behind it.

Whiteheart then began to sniff around, not smelling anything at first. After a few seconds she began to pick up something. She began to walk downstream, following a trail of the faint scent and keeping her nose close to the ground. The scent started to become stronger as she went. She then stopped, and looked around to see a small squirrel digging at the ground.

Whiteheart tried to remember some techniques about how to hunt. First, I need to check the wind. She then stood still and tried to feel which direction the wind was going. It was flowing to the right of her, and since the squirrel was about five tail-lengths in front of her, it couldn't scent her. She then lowered herself, and carefully crawled along the stream, which was on the right of her.

She concentrated her movement on her paws, making sure she didn't hit a rock or snap a twig. She was about to be close enough to catch the squirrel, but she hadn't paid attention to her tail, which began to drag on the ground. The squirrel got alarmed, and ran up a nearby tree. Dang it! She didn't bother trying to chase it, knowing she couldn't outrun it up a tree.

Bramblestar came out of a bush, and went over to Whiteheart. Whiteheart didn't feel bad, she could tell how she was doing well at first. The leader then said, "Well, it seems as though you're good enough for a mentor. Let's get back to camp, shall we?" He then led the way back.

When they both got back to camp, almost every cat was looking at her with either curiosity or annoyance. Whiteheart tried not to lower her head or unsheathe her claws from being watched. Whiteheart sat down to the left most side of camp, while Bramblestar scrambled up the Highledge and called a meeting.

Everyone, apparently waiting outside, gathered and settled down; Bramblestar then spoke. "I have tested Whiteheart to see if she is fit for clan life. She has shown what little she can do, and I believe she is good enough to become an apprentice out of what I have seen. She will be known as Whitepaw until she earns her original name. I have decided her mentor will be Millie." He looked over to who is now Whitepaw. "Your training, Whitepaw, will start tomorrow at sunhigh." The meeting ended, and everyone went on to somewhere else. No one chanted Whitepaw over and over.

Whitepaw thought to herself, Millie as a mentor won't be so bad. Other than my mentor, I'm just glad I was able to join ThunderClan. And the meeting seemed short, what happened to the traditional speech? I'll ask Bramblestar later. Anyway, everyone will eventually accept me, like they did with Millie and Daisy. But how long will it take for them to accept a Two-leg?

The question hung in her mind for a second more, before she got up, and began walking to the apprentices' den.