The car spun in circles and Jasmine screamed for help, the car smashed into a huge fence then everything went black.
Jasmine's eyes flung open, she saw nothing but a dim white glow coming from above, she was freezing,
"Mum?" Her voice came out in a squeak and she put her hand over her mouth, but it wasn't the usual feeling, it was a soft fluffy feeling, Jasmine looked up, and saw a dark outline of a cat, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a silvery blue she-cat, looming over her, it's blue eyes glinted in the pale light,
"I knew you would make it Mosskit!" the strange cat said.
Jasmine tipped her head to one side who's Mosskit?
A little silver kitten looked at her with round blue eyes,
"I am so glad you made it!" the kitten squeaked, the silver she-cat picked Jasmine up first,
"Come on; let's take you to your father."
Suddenly Jasmine knew what was going on, she had somehow transformed into this cat called Mosskit and she was somewhere far away from her real body. I might as well tag along and learn what's happening here before anyone gets to suspicious she thought,
"Bluestar you came." Another voice said, this time it was a brown tom, is that the she-cat's name? Bluestar? How dramatic!
"Of coarse Oakheart, they need you and I need you more than ever, please take care of our kits!" Bluestar begged,
"Why would I say no to our kits?" Oakheart mewed, "Go and get the other kits for me so they don't die out here in the cold."
Without responding, Bluestar padded over to the hole that they were just in. Oakheart grabbed Mosskit by the scruff, after a few heartbeats Bluestar came back with the other kits and gave them to Oakheart, he turned around and walked away,
"Mamma!"
"Mamma!" the kits squealed, but Mosskit stayed quiet, she was cold and weak. Reeds tugged at her fur and the ground was mushy and squelched underneath Oakheart's paws, Mosskit closed her eyes and hoped she would open her eyes back in her normal human body, but when she opened them, the land around her was the same, more and more reeds scraped her pelt as they passed through a large wall of them.
"Mosskit, Stonekit, Mistykit, are you ok?" Oakheart whispered, just before they left the clump of reeds.
A grey tom kitten with a broad face nodded, his eyes determined, the other kit, the one with a silver pelt and blue eyes shook her head and whined,
"I want to go to mamma!"
"Mamma isn't here, we're going to be with dad for a while, but we'll see mamma again. Am I right?" the grey tom mewed bravely
"Y-y-yes Stonekit." Oakheart said, gravely. He padded through the tunnel and a dim, silver glow entered a clearing, and cats gathered around a huge rock,
"This is RiverClan." Oakheart mewed.