For the anonymous reviewer who I promised a story for when I started accepting OC's. I've always wanted to write one of these stories and I hope you like it. Btw, the person who came up with Swansong, I'm going to write your story next.

I stared at the birds flying high in the sky, sometimes I wish I could fly away with them but I know it will never happen. When I was younger, I used to wish I could be a cat, I read those warrior books and I kind of got obsessed. But I'm over them now.

When I was twelve, I came home crying because the girls at school were bullying me. I sat in my room for an hour, bawling. Once I was finally able to pull it together, I decided to find out why they did it, my mom said that they were just jealous of me but we both knew that it wasn't true. I was fat and had dull light brown hair. The worst part was, that's just what I called it, it was really a mix between blonde and black so it turned it into this gross grey-ish brown color.

That day I had stared into the mirror for over an hour trying to figure out how I could make them like me, I plucked my eyebrows to perfection, I ran on the treadmill and took my moms diet pills and finally I went to the store and bought platinum blonde hair dye. The change was immediate, I lost weight, My hair looked good for once and the girls at school finally gave me a chance. I soon realized then that I couldn't just look good and earn friends because truthfully, I was far behind beautiful, but I had to act cool to so I gave up on warriors because none of the people at my school were interested in reading and in that school, being unique is for losers. I still sometimes wish I could be Dewfang from Thunderclan, the bravest warrior of the clans but I know I can't. Why try to be something you have no chance of becoming.

Slowly, I moved my feet forward so they skimmed the top of the fast moving river, I was thinking about where I would be right now if I were that lame twelve year old from two years ago. Probably dead, I probably wouldn't be able to take the bullying anymore and would have looped a rope around my neck and jumped.

Suddenly, a dogs bark snapped me out of my daydream, there was a tiny german shepard puppy caught in a net on the other side of the river. It was slipping into the fast water and I knew that if I didn't save it in time, it would die. The bridge would take a good five minutes to get to and back so I just decided to risk wading through the water. It wasn't that far and I could swim.

Carefully, I slipped my flip-flops off and took a few steps across the river. Confident that I could make it across the river without falling, I took a few more steps. I was almost there, just one more step and I would reach the dog, the rocks were getting slippery on this side of the river but I tried to ignore it, the puppy was squirming more frantically now and was almost fully in the water, if I waited any more, the puppy would have fallen in entirely and swept away by the rushing water.

Finally I reached the shepard, it was badly tangled in the net but I managed to get him free and he ran off. The net slipped from my hands, worried that some other animal was going to get caught in it, I leaned over to pick it up.

Suddenly my feet slipped from under me and I fell forward into the net. I thrashed my arms around to get away from the green fishing net but I just got more tangled. I could feel the river carrying me downstream, but that was the least of my worries, if I could just get loose from this net I would be fine. I could feel the water filling in my lungs but I couldn't get my head above the water to take a breath.

I hit a large rock, making me suck in some more water, but fortunately I flipped around so my feet were in front and my face wasn't taking the worst of the beating. I tried to regain my footing but instead my left foot got caught inbetween two rocks. The force of the river pulled against the rest of my body and I felt a horrible pain run through my leg as it snapped. I opened my mouth and let out a silent scream as more water rushed into my lungs. I was aching everywhere now, if I swallowed anymore water I felt I would explode.

My left leg was now hanging loosely, sending a jolt of pain through my body as it hit rocks. The net was still wrapped around my upper body and had somehow managed to get my right leg caught in as well. I had given up hope of being able to fight the current, hopefully someone would come to my rescue.

The pain in my lungs from inhaling so much water wasn't as bad anymore as it was before, but I could still feel the tightness as the tug of the river ended abruptly.

I knew where I was, there was a lake a little downstream from where I live where the river ended. It would be a peaceful place to die at least. I knew that there was no chance of me being rescued anymore, I had swallowed too much water and I could feel my vision getting fuzzy. It would all end soon. I closed my eyes and waited. Finally, I slipped into unconsciousness.

I slowly opened my eyes, it couldn't be possible that I was alive, I had been under water for far too long and I was still having trouble breathing. I still felt the net tangled over my broken body. I could hear voices but they fazed in and out, I knew they were talking about me and bringing me back to some clan. I hope they weren't actually saying cult, I don't think I would manage well with the KKK.

I saw four sets of paws crowding around me, they were cats. I could tell because every so often one would lean down and nudge me.

"Whats..." the voice faded out as I closed my eyes, I opened them a few seconds later to see the cats were still there.

"Who is..." I unwillingly closed my eyes again, within a few seconds I had managed to open them. I focused on four dark brown paws. I opened my mouth to say something but instead water came flooding out. I coughed multiple times to try to get all of the fluid out, once I was sure most of it was out I closed my eyes again. I could feel the net being tugged away from me but it was too tangled.

Finally after minutes of pulling, the mysterious people managed to get me free of the net. I felt myself being nudged awake. The people helping me must have been cat fanatics because I have never met anyone around me that trained their cats to save drowning people.

I opened my eyes one last time and looked around, there were no people in sight. Only the four large cats. Suddenly, I had the urge to look down at my body, I couldn't believe it. Instead of skin, there was fur and a tail.

"Am I dead?" I croaked, I'm pretty sure that if I was dead, I wouldn't be in so much pain but it was worth a shot. People don't die and wake up as cats.

A gray and white cat leaned down in front of me, he looked very worried. His mouth opened and one of the voices I heard before came out"No you're still alive." He stood up straighter and looked at one of the other cats with red fur. "Firestar, I think we should take her to Jayfeather"

Wait. Firestar? Jayfeather? Why did these names sound familiar?

Suddenly, I realized where I had heard them. I was in Warriors.

Sorry that took so long to upload, I wanted to give everyone a chance to submit their OC's. To all those people who want an OC written, you can still submit a cat. I won't do it unless I like it.