Guy: Hi!

Me: Who the heck are you?

Guy: I'm Tim.

Me: I don't care.

Guy: WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME!

Me: Just hurry up and do the disclaimer!

Guy: Fine. FeatherClanLova does NOT own Warriors!

Me: And, all the cats in this story are OC's made by me! If they aren't, it's probably because I haven't read every single book in the Warriors series. Now let's get on with it. My first chappie! IM SO EXCITED!

(Don't call me a re-poster or whatever, coz I know other people have done stories like this. Personally, I envy them for having thought of an idea like this. I like it. Don't judge.) Hope you enjoy ;)

"I'm so drunk!" I screamed over the music. Personally, I don't really think I was. Just acting like a douche, that's all. Typical me. Actually, not typical me. I'm a nerd, you might call it. A geek. a dork. I love to read books like Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. I personally think of Warriors as my favourite.

I just wanted a friend. I wanted a cool friend. a popular one. And that, is how I ended up at a party. It was this really pretty, popular girl named Stacy. She was passing out invites because her parents were out of the house for a week.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" I heard some of the people around me chant. How did I get onto the roof? Oh, that's right, we were trying to TP the house. As I gripped the paper, I managed to throw it as far as it could go, off the roof on the other side. Staggering back, I suddenly slipped.

Pain pierced my eyes and I felt something dig into them, blocking my vision. All I could see was white. As I wailed in agony, I realized I was in stacy's rose bush on the west side of the house. Why couldn't I see? I stumbled ut of the rose bush, trying to find some indication someone was going to help me, but the music still played and people kept partying.

Suddenly, I felt something hard beneath my feet. The sidewalk? No, the house doesn't have a sidewalk in the front-

My thoughts were inturupted as I heard a car horn honk. I was on the road! I tried to run, but without a sense of direction, it was hard.

Pain pierced through my body, and I heard several sickening cracks as I screamed in agony and pain, and I felt myself being flipped - yes, flipped - over the hood of the car. There was spinning all around me as I plunged into darkness, coldness and fear gripping my sides.

It was then, right there, that it happened. I became so aware of everything.. every movement.. every smell. I could feel bodies all round me, and I felt when they shifted. The wierd part was that I could smell. Okay, okay, not like that... I mean I could really smell. It had to be forty feet away, because I could smell forests - lots of it. I recognized the faint smell of poppy and berries... and... milk? Where was I?

I felt short, soft hair brushing my sides and a sweet aroma clung to the air.

"When will they open their eyes?" I heard a male voice ask anxiously.

"Don't rush them, Ravenstorm. They will soon."

Ravenstorm? What! That sounded like a name from a Warriors book! I thought back to reading the books a Summer ago...

"Well, Mossear's kits have already opened their eyes, Shortflower…" Ravenstorm said.

"Give them time."

Completely confused, I opened my eyes. I saw two cats. This was odd, very, very odd. Why was I so small? Why were they so big? One of them was a female, her eyes cheerfully looking down at me, a sweet scent coming off her in waves. Excitement? Her pelt was light brown and she had darker brown paws; my mother, I guessed. The other was looming over me with broad, muscular shoulders and a jet-black body; my father, perhaps. A strange scent was coming off him, too... but more soft. Relief?

Shortflower looked joyful and Ravenstorm looked relieved, just as I suspected. "You've opened your eyes!" She almost squealed. Okay, too many things were wrong here. First of all, there were cats… talking… to ME… and I understood them!

"She's got your eyes, Shortflower… they're so beautiful…" Ravenstorm said. I stared into her eyes. They were amber, like embers shooting out from a burning fire. I looked at my gray feet, embarassed, and thinking deeply. Wait.. they were gray! AND they were paws! I was definitely in the Warriors world! If I'm not dreaming, I'd better make the best of it, I decided. I'd always wondered what it would be like to be a cat. A warrior cat, no less.

Thanks for reading! R&R!