A/N- OC insertion. Non-Canon. I'm sort of keeping it frozen in the Power Of Three series, seeing as that's only as far as I've read. Not even very far into that series… Anyway. So, we have an average dysfunctional teenage girl, in her second year of High School, (Unlike myself) and not even a very heavy reader. She is somehow (Read to find out) tossed into the life of a Warrior Cat, and I'm still debating on whether it's all the time, or just most of the time. I make this crap up as I go along folks. This is rated T for possible violence, and perhaps language I put in my Author Notes. (I'm a bit of a potty mouth, but I blame it on the fact that on my first Band trip, when I was all innocent and crap, all of my roommates cursed freely. They, after realizing I DIDN'T, even sand the word f*ckity to the tune of Frosty the Snowman. And, they threw my stuffed Penguin against the wall so many times; its eyes got all scratched up! It's BLIND! WHYYYY!) Ahem…anyway…just enjoy it guys. Reviewers get Pie. (I PM anyone who reviews on a chapter I promise gifts to and "give" them whatever I promised. It's quite fun.

By the way, these Author Notes are more for my own sake than yours. You don't have to read them, though it may be fun sometimes.

DISCLAIMER: (I normally forget these little buggers.) I do not own any of the Warriors Cats series. I am an avid reader, and an obsessive. (More so on other things than this.) That is all. I am no thief, and unless Erin decides to give in to my spork-centered threats, the series is not mine. Thank you.

Molly sighed. Another boring, boring school day. At least it's the last Day before summer! But I can't believe they're making us stay a whole extra hour just because all those stupid seniors skipped. I doubt any of them will be coming back to serve that punishment. She tapped her favorite orange mechanical pencil against the wooden desk she sat in impatiently. They weren't even doing anything! And there was still another 15 minutes to waste. Sighing, she took her sketchbook out of the neatly stacked pile she had made when she still believed they were actually leaving at 3. Flipping it open, she admired a few of her past drawings. She was never the best artist, or one of those show off kids, but apparently, everyone thought she had a talent for drawing cats. She of course, disagreed. She saw most all of her work as horrible, and stated this to her friends often. But inside, she was happy they thought she did something well, and because of their enthusiasm, worked especially hard on any feline drawing she created. When she was done with her walk down memory lane, she set he pad to a nice, crisp, white page, all pretty and ready to be smudged. She pressed the lead lightly down off-center on the paper, and began to draw.

By the time there was only 2 minutes until they were released, she had only done a pair of eyes. Unlike the way she usually did things, she shaded them and inked what she thought should be inked, as if in a trance. Then, in a rare act of extreme creativity, she had taken out her colored pencils. She painstakingly laid each stroke precisely in the right spot, until it was as though instead of a drawing, real eyes stared out at her from the page. Molly had never been skilled in creating 3-D images, but part of her swore they could have blinked and she wouldn't be surprised. Finally wakening from her stupor, she looked at the clock hung prominently above the grey classroom door. She had 1 minute. Quickly snapping her sketchbook shut, she hastily gathered her things and stood right as the bell rang. She waited calmly for the room to empty before walking into the halls herself, hurrying to her locker. Just think. She mused to herself silently. When school starts back next, I'll be a junior. And then it's just one more year until I'm at the top. She smiled, grinning at the prospect.

As Molly loaded the few contents of her locker into her poor, overused back pack, she waved to all her friends, wishing them a happy summer. She walked down the cracked walk to her bus, and got on with a warm hello to her driver, Mrs. Ferris. As a joke Freshman year, she had always called her bus "The Ferris Wheel," and eventually, that was what everyone said.

"Sorry I was late Mom, the Ferris Wheel broke down."

"The Ferris Wheel was practically empty today!"

"I was on the Ferris Wheel to go over to a friend's place, when somebody stuck gum in my hair!"

Whenever she heard someone reference her idea, a small smile wormed its way onto her lips. She sat in the front seat, behind her beloved driver, as she had done all year. She was the second stop after all. As the bus chugged to life, Mrs. Ferris started up their daily conversation.

"So hun, how was your last day? Enjoyed it?" Mrs. Ferris had a very noticeable southern accent, and though it was a magnet for ridicule by students, Molly had always loved it.

"It was fine Mrs. Ferris. Boring, and a real downer that we stayed late, but what was I expecting? It is School after all." Mrs. Ferris let out a hearty laugh.

"Yes, I suppose you're right dearie. Oh look, we're already at your house. Sometimes I wished you lived a little farther away so we could talk more! Have a lovely summer hun." Molly rose and pulled a small wrapped box from her purse.

"Happy summer!" She said as she handed the box to Mrs. Ferris, who took it with a smile and ushered her in for a hug. Once Molly had exited the big yellow vehicle, she turned and waved a goodbye. Suddenly the joy of summer hit her a little harder, and she spun in a circle before skipping down her driveway. Opening the door, she walked in happily, a bright smile on her face. Walking to her bedroom door, she set her things by it before continuing to the kitchen for a snack.

"It may not be 3 anymore," She mused aloud. "But I'm sure my parents won't mind. They never really eat here anyways." Her smile faltered for a few seconds, before she brushed the thought away grabbed a Round Fudge from the snack drawer. She took it with her back to her room, bringing in her school things as well, setting them by her desk; she plopped down into her chair and logged onto her most frequent site; Life Note. Molly was ever so slightly obsessed with computers, so she never had any problems with the site. Right now though, it didn't seem to be loading correctly. She refreshed the page, but the mouse wouldn't even click anything properly. As she ate her Round Fudge, it never occurred to her what was about to happen next.

Suddenly, both of her parents burst into her bedroom, startling her so that she nearly fell from her perch in front of the beloved glowing screen.

"Surprise!" they shouted, bags draped over their arms. Molly frowned, half a Round Fudge still sticking from her mouth. Finishing her chocolate treat, she swallowed and looked to her parents quizzically.

"What's a surprise?" She asked. Her mother beamed and took the center stage.

"Darling, your father and I both spend so much time away from you, working on computers and the such, we decided we need a vacation! Besides, I don't want my daughter to end up like me, wasting her life away in front of a box!" Her father spoke up next.

"We're all going down south, to a nice little house near a lake. There are plenty of things for you to do there, and no electronics to get in the way! Won't it be fun?" Molly didn't like the idea of losing her precious technology, but she had to admit, it did sound like fun. Maybe she'd get that tan Danielle said she needed. She was just about to agree, when her eyes caught the bags they carried. They were all hers.

"Why do you only have my things packed?" She asked, now suspicious of this lovely family trip. Her mother paled while her father sighed. "Well?" She said, now worried.

"I'm sorry sweet…" He said. "But all we can actually do is drop you off. There are some big things going down at work. We planned to go, but they said we miss even a day, we're fired. But, we already had everything paid for. We figured that at least you should go. You're already 16, and this will do you good to learn how to be on your own." Her mother nodded.

"We'd like to go with you so much." She whispered, walking over and giving her a hug. "But we just can't cookie, I'm so sorry." Molly returned her mother's embrace.

"It's okay mom, dad. I'll go, and I guess I'll just have to have enough fun for all three of us." Her dad smiled and ruffled her hair fondly.

"That's my girl." He said.

And so, this was how Molly found herself, nearly 2 days later, suffering from Jet Lag and a teary goodbye, in front of a comfy looking one story house. It was much like her own back in Idaho, but it just seemed warmer and more inviting. Taking in a deep breath, she walked through the ornate Oakwood doors.

As her first order of business, she brought all of her things to one of the bedrooms. She thought the calming, pale brown walls were very pretty and unique. She meticulously unpacked and sorted everything until it was to her liking. I'll actually keep it clean this time. She thought. Feeling even more exhausted than before, she wearily stumbled into the kitchen at the back of the house. As she grabbed an apple from the pre-stocked refrigerator, she gasped audibly as she laid her eyes upon a truly breathtaking view. Before her a beautiful lake reflected the sun's light off in the distance. A wide moorland stretched before her, before fading into trees on the far, farright. To the left, marshes led up to the lake. Fairly close, there was a road, separating her new "home" from a horse ranch, and a few sleek stallions were being ridden across the coral. Molly sighed. This is going to be amazing.She thought.

*Three cats run across the page chasing a squirrel, serving as the page break*

When Molly awoke the next morning, it was to bright rays of sunlight streaming through her window. Getting up and stretching, she grabbed a brush from the dresser and walked to the mirror hanging on the door. She pulled through the brunette tangles until it was smooth. Stopping and staring for a minute at her own reflection, only one thought went through her head. I'm never going to get a date looking like this.Besides, who would want to go out with a girl with messy brown shoulder length curls, a pale, slightly pimpled face, and those unnerving green and brown eyes? They even bothered her sometimes. No one, that's who.She thought bitterly. But she followed it up with a smile.

"Who knows?" She said aloud this time. "Perhaps southern boys like that kind of look." She laughed at her own little joke and grabbed a pale orange swimsuit with pumpkins on it. Pulling a pair of khaki shorts over the bottom, she dug through what remained in her bags for a nice orange headband, to match her top. She placed it snugly against her skull, and grabbed a pair of plain, black flip flops before heading to the kitchen. For breakfast, she decided she'd need something filling, because she felt she would be out all day. It never occurred to the city girl that she could bring food with her. Putting two bagels in the toaster, and getting out the things to scramble some eggs, she set to work. When her meal was all done, she grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and poured herself a cup. Saying a quick prayer, she dug in.

"Oh wow!" She exclaimed. "I never knew I was such a good cook!" As she grinned her way through her eggs, she thanked God her mom taught her how to properly prepare food.

She stepped out of her house and breathed in deeply, in that over dramatic tourist way. She looked down at the lake and decided that would be a good place to start, she could work her way back up to the ranch from there. She jogged for a bit, before she got tired and began walking softly. As she admired the nature around her, even if here on the moor it wasn't much, she felt glad that she had decided to come, with or without her parents. She stopped when she saw two dark blurs shoot out in front of her, freezing when they realized she was there. She was delighted when she saw them, and never noticed their ragged fur and scrawny bodies. She cooed to them sweetly.

"Aww…Come here! Come here little kitties! Tch tch tch!" She motioned with her finger for them to come in her direction. Suddenly one of them, a pretty black one, howled softly, almost seeming to look towards the other, which was a light brown color, before they dashed away. "Aww. That's too bad, I was hoping I could pet them or something." Molly whined to herself. Standing up and realizing the lake was very close now, she resumed her slow jog. When she reached the sparkling waters, she looked over it in awe. Stripping herself of her flip flops and shorts, she waded in slowly, shivering, before diving forwards. She rushed to the surface and took in a deep breath, laughing with happiness.

"There are even fish in here!" She yelled joyously, before diving under again. Molly enjoyed her swim, but quickly exited for a short break. Soon enough though, the allure of the sparkling blue waves, combined with the heat pressing up against her skin, coaxed her back in.

Unfortunately, the day didn't go exactly as Molly had planned. She ended up spending all of her time by the lake, tanning, swimming, and just enjoying her surroundings. Incidentally, she had fallen asleep there as well, still tired from the jet lag. The warm sun and the lovely noises around her acted as a lullaby, and she lay down and dreamt. When she woke up, it was so black she could hardly see. As she stumbled to her feet, the clouds moved across the sky to reveal a full moon, shining brightly and granting her vision. She stared at it, awestruck by its beauty. Without the glare of the city lights, she could see the whole Milky Way, stretching across the navy blue expanse we call the night sky, though the bright moonlight did block out a bit of it. But, the moment didn't last, for this light also allowed her to see the snake hissing next to her foot.

She was terrified of snakes.

"Ahhhh! Snake! Snake snake snake snake snake! Get away! Away!" As she quickly moved to avoid the wretched thing, she lost her footing and fell headfirst into the crystalline water. It had stilled while she slept, and appeared as though it was made of glass. She had her eyes squinched tightly shut, and sank for a few moments, before daring to open them. When she tried to move, and swim though, a sharp pain shot through her entire body. She was frozen stiff, only moving by the waves her own impact in the water had created, until small convulsions raced through her and her form contorted and bended unnaturally. Her eyes wide open; she resisted the urge to lift her lips in a silent scream. Her back arched as she heard the bone snap, and tears came pouring from her eyes, mixing with the lake water that had been so inviting only hours before. She endured the torture, feeling her body shrink, feeling bones break and grow and stretch. A dull throbbing had started on the top of her head, and her lower back. It grew into an excruciating pain. She gasped for air, water instead filling her abused lungs. She flailed about wildly, fighting desperately to get to the surface. She could not think, merely scream inside her mind for the sustaining gasses she so deeply craved. She stopped moving, and floated limply through the growing waves. A particularly large one carried her to the shore, leaving an orange swimsuit and headband behind. A small, delicate frame lay on the shore of a green forest, brimming with life. The creature breathed shallowly as water flowed from its lungs. A tail twitched, before it lay completely still, the only sign of life being a heaving chest and the occasional cough. It's brown pelt, adorned with darker splotches, shone sleek in the moon's light. Finally, the green and brown eyes closed, and the once average human girl, Molly, slept for the first time, as a cat.

*A pair of shaded eyes stare at you from between the leaves of a bush, dew drops precariously close to falling. Its pupils are slits, but it still appears kind.*

Upon awakening the next morning, Molly felt an extreme feeling of nausea and soreness before promptly rolling over and puking on the ground. She rolled back when she was done, weak from the exertion of just spilling her breakfast on the hard forest floor. Forest…floor? Realizing this, she attempted to scramble up to a standing position, but continuously fell down. She paused in her efforts, and took the chance to look down at herself. When she saw the fur, the tale, her reversed joints and claws coming from the soft pads of her feet -no, paws- she could have screamed. Instead she simply stared. In the next instant, she was curled into a ball, scared and confused and lost. I'm a cat.She thought, still not believing the truth before her. I, am, a cat.She simply lay, unmoving, for what seemed to be hours. Finally, regaining some form of common sense, she tried again to stand. She wobbled uncertainly on her new legs, and tentatively took a step forward. Another step. One more. She padded in circles, over and over, until she was steady enough that she didn't worry about falling over. Much. She turned and looked behind herself, at the tail waving back and forth. She twitched it, and it jerked harshly. It just wouldn't stop moving. Sitting down, she practiced her control over it before walking some more. Or, pacing, really. Her eyes kept flicking back to the lake, and she wondered if this was a dream. Then again, dreams don't usually hurt and make you puke… She finally managed to build up enough courage to leave her spot by the shore, and venture into the lively forest around her. As she wandered aimlessly, she picked up various smells and sounds, amazed by everything. She could practically taste the crisp leaves, and the cool dew drops hanging from them. She sat in a small clearing, taking everything in. She then sank down to her stomach, as though something were weighing her down.

"What do I do?" She mewed quietly, surprised by her voice coming out as something she understood. She meowed her words again, softer.

"What in the world am I supposed to do?" Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, before she once again, fell asleep.

*A cat walking, its head turned to observe you while it has one paw extended.*

Firestar moved stealthily through the trees and underbrush with the rest of his patrol. With him were Brackenfur, Cloudtail, Sandstorm, and Hazelpaw. Cloudtail scented an intruder near the lake, and they had decided to investigate. Now, as they were very near, everyone could pick up the scent.

"Hazelpaw," Firestar asked. "Can you tell us what kind of cat this is?" Nervously, she nodded.

"I-it's a she-cat, she's a little wet, so I can't tell if she's from a clan or a loner, or if she's a kittypet. She's exhausted and hungry." Brackenfur nodded.

"Very good! Dustpelt will be very proud." He meowed. Sandstorm hushed them as they crept forward, and motioned Cloudtail and Hazelpaw to go around, While she, Brackenfur and Firestar came through this side. The flicked their tails to show they understood, and left. After a short wait, they headed in, yowling loudly to let Cloudtail and Hazelpaw know. Brackenfur pounced and held down the trespasser as she struggled and let out a "Mrrow!" of surprise.

"Why are you trespassing on ThunderClan territory?" He snarled. She stopped moving and breathed deeply, her ears pressed to her head in fear.

"I don't know!" She meowed. "I almost drowned and then I woke up in a place I don't even recognize! Please don't hurt me!" She was quivering, and Firestar motioned for Brackenfur to release her. He did, but she stayed pressed to the ground. Firestar squatted as well.

"Where are you from?" He asked kindly. She shook her head slowly, still shaking.

"I d-don't know. I can't remember. I was sleeping, and then I woke up and there was a snake next to me, and I tried to get away, but I fell into the lake! I woke up all sore and hurting, and then I got sick. I just wandered around and then you all a-attacked me." Firestar looked on sympathetically towards the she-cat. It seemed she was just around six moons old, and frightened. Cloudtail interrupted.

"Why should we believe her? She could just be another rouge!" Firestar rose, and shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. She's barely six moons, and there's a trace of Twoleg scent on her. I think she was a kittypet and got lost somehow." Cloudtail snorted. Sandstorm stepped forward and spoke up next, causing the she-cat's gaze to snap to her.

"What's your name?" She asked softly.

"Molly." She replied automatically.

"That does seem like a kittypet name." Brackenfur commented.

"Well, what should we do?" Sandstorm asked. Firestar looked at the battered cat before him and made a decision.

"We should take her to Leafpool and Jaypaw to be patched up. Then someone can guide her back to the kittypet nests and she can find her home. Sandstorm nodded. Hazelpaw came forward and helped the small cat to her paws.

"Don't worry!" She said cheerfully. "We're going to take you back to camp with us so our Medicine cat can fix you all up!" Molly nodded and fell in behind the "ThunderClan" cats, still nervous and scared even as Hazelpaw chittered beside her as they walked. She learned that there were four of these clans, and that they all worked together within their own clan to support each other. Hazelpaw was an apprentice, currently training to be a warrior. Molly didn't ask any questions, but merely listened. She was amazed by the lives of these cats, animals she had once thought to not even be completely sentient. Her interest turned into a fearful nervousness though as she entered the camp.

Everyone was staring at her.

A/N-I thought this would be a good stopping point. I probably shouldn't be posting this, seeing as I'm already working on 3 other stories, but I HAD to. There are hardly any good OC's or Self Inserts in the Warriors archive. Please, try to use proper grammar and spelling in your reviews, because text talk makes me homicidal. Also, actually REVIEW. I want tips for improvement, mistakes that need to be brought to my attention, and any flames you wish to send my way. Critique me people! I don't much care for those one sentence reviews that say "i loved it update plz!" Though, I will accept them. Give me a nice, detailed review on what you thought of this, what you wish to see in it in the future, if anything was strained or can be improved, and anything that strays from the series, like names or personalities. Thank you for the time you took out of your pathetic lives to read this! :D Remember, if you want pie, you'll review!

-Piggie

Embrace the Madness. It's all we have left.