"Abby, time for bed." Abby's mum ordered, snatching the remote from her hands and turning off the TV.
"Aww, but the adult ones are just coming on!"
"You're not an adult."
"Yeah, but I might as well be prepared for what boring things will be on the telly-"
"No arguing. You have school tomorrow. Now get upstairs or I'll have to get your father."
"Fine, fine! I'm going to bed now!" Abby said, racing upstairs to her room. She quickly changes into her pjs, before brushing her teeth and settling down with a book.
Before long, she drifted away to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning, was cold. She was lying down in a forest, on some grass. The first thing she noticed was that she was low down. The trees were pines, towering high into the clouds. She then felt the grass. She couldn't feel it brush her skin, but she could just sense it. The wasn't wearing clothes, another thing.
With that realisation she panicked, trying to bring her hands to her chest, but her arms couldn't bend. She looked down to see what was wrong, and let out a scream. At least it would be, if she was a human. But it came out as a strangled wail of a meow and she realised what had happened.
She wanted to see herself. She spotted a puddle a few feet away and tried to get up so she could see her reflection, but she realised that she didn't know how to move. She lay there, paraliesed in terror and fear of all the unknowns.
She yawned. Something she knew how to do. She began trying to strengthen her muscles and make her way to her feet-no, paws. After many goes she got onto shaking legs. She scanned her surroundings. The pine trees seemed less daunting now she was higher, and the puddle didn't see, too far to walk.
She lifted her right foreleg and her back right up in unison, before putting them down a few centimetres in front. She then did the same with her lefts, and after a few failed attempts, instinct took over and she limped over to the puddle.
Her tail helped her to stop herself from flopping face-first into the puddle in shock when she saw her face. Her earlier though of her being a cute dog was abandoned when she saw herself. She should've guessed from the long tail.
She was a cat. She HATED cats. And she was spotty. She had dark brown fur with tiny cream-coloured spots all over. She guessed they were from her time with freckles but...
GOD DAMN SHE WAS A CAT.
(A/N: I love cats, I just thought it would be interesting she hated them. I have avoided using her name because she will become a warriorcat, and it will change, so I don't want to use the old one. And plus, I don't like the name Abigail. NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE NAMED ABIGAIL.)
