A young man stands in a large room, an open book in his hands. He's wearing a black cloak, the hood pulled over his head. He stretches one hand out towards an open space on the floor and says some words from the book. Instantly, strange shapes appear on the floor, casting an eerie blue glow on him. He says the words again, louder this time. The blue turns to green, shining brighter and brighter every second. He covers his eyes in an attempt to block the blinding light. The light gets brighter still. The hooded figure steps back and trips over an object on the ground. With a loud thump, he hits the ground, sending the book somewhere into the light. In the man's view, everything shades to black as he loses consciousness.
I'm woken up by a small breeze blowing through my hair. I don't remember being on a field. The sun shines brightly as I open my eyes. When was I outside? I start to rub my eyes, but when I raise my hand, I'm greeted with a furry blond shape. What is? I turn my hand over and the furry thing does the same. It's a paw…MY paw. I'm a cat!
I turn around frantically. Some other furry shapes are waking up a little ways away. Another blond cat blinks blue eyes at me, the familiar hair sticking up in an odd fashion. Is that Alfred? A small black and white cat with brown eyes and a stubby white tail examines it paws. Kiku? I assume the brown doglike cat is Ivan. A brown cat with a strange curl charges over to another blond cat. That must be Feli and Ludwig. Gilbert is clearly the white cat with the blood-red eyes. A gray cat with an odd hair thing in between his ears must be Yao. Francis fluffs out his yellow fur.
Suddenly, I can see a strange yellow shape. Matthew! He's here too?
"Arthur! Arthur! What's going on? Why are we cats!?" Alfred stumbles over, clearly not used to being on four legs. I move around to get used to mine too. "Like I know!"
"Hey!" a group of three or four cats are at the top of a small hill. "What are you doing on Windclan territory, you kittypets!?" I don't have any clue what he's talking about.
The large gray cat was walking towards us, followed by his other companions. Before think, as usual, Alfred blurts out, "What are you talking about, where are we?"
"You're clearly not kittypets," He sniffs Alfred. The others look at Russia with uncertainty. "And you're in Windclan territory. "
"Rockfeather, maybe we should take them to Rabbitstar." The smallest of the group speaks up. She has soft looking brown fur with a white patch on her side. The gray cat, Rockfeather, nods.
"Heatherclaw and Mossfang, go behind them. Wishingpaw, come up front with me. You guys get in between us and don't even try to run away." The three cats nod and take their positions while we all scramble to where Rockfeather told us to go. "We're taking you to our leader."
