Sanctuary Lake is a popular vacation place for children and adults alike, Sadler Woods and Hare Hill both places filled with excitement and untamed wildnerness. Here, you can find a variety of wild animals, from beavers to badgers. But that's not the animals that we are interested, we are interested in, no, in fact, I think we are more interested in the cats that live along the lake. The four clans- Shadowclan, Thunderclan, Riverclan, and Windclan, were in a time of unrest. Sol, a mysterious loner, had lead Windclan cats against Thunderclan, and the whole forest was on edge, waiting, watching.

Luckily, the clans were mostly asleep, the sun not yet peeking its golden crown above the mountain range. All was peaceful, quiet, and still. The only cats that were awake from the clans were the night patrols and guards, and even those clan cats weren't fully awake. For once, the forest seemed to be tranquil.

That is, before a few shocked yowls split the air.

Not everyone heard, of course, but enough cats were shocked and awakened to make a difference. Kits burrowed under their mothers, and even seasoned warriors cringed at the noise. The most affected of all, however, wasn't the Riverclan leader, Mistystar, nor the Shadowclan medicine cat, Littlecloud. It was Dovewing, a young Thunderclan warrior who was more than just a pretty face. This young she-cat was part of a mysterious prophecy, and had endured more than any normal cat. With super hearing and sight, this she-cat could pinpoint the sound of the noise. Who-or what- were the causes of these yowls? Well, my dear friends, that is where our story begins…..

*Flashback two hours*

Norway POV

Norway was pissed. Usually, this northern European country could remain calm, cool, and collected. But not today, with arriving late, getting no sleep, and most of all, Iceland's damn puffin annoying the hell out of him.

"Hey! Buster! I'm talking here!" the puffin said, pushing his way to the front of the table to interrupt-surprise- America, who was blabbering on about some super-global-warming-kick-ass-hero or another. The western country looked up in surprise, looking to Britian and France on either side of him. "Hey, this little dude yours? Cause, ya know, you always try to interrupt me and stuff! And this guy sure is annoying, but doesn't he want his owner? And 'cause I'm the Hero, I've got to return this penguin to that person." America said to the other two countries, flashing his customary grin-wink-and-pose hero combination.

"No Way! And I don't try to annoy you! Rather, you try to annoy me you bloody wanker." England said, rolling his eyes.

"Ohohohon, why I do love to annoy you, this little penguin isn't mine." France agreed, nodding.

"Commie Russia? Germany? China?"

"kolkolkolkolkolkolkol, I am no communist!"

"No. I vould never own that."

"Stop blaming me for everything, aru!"

And so on it went, down the line of countries, each country becoming increasingly more irritated as both the penguin-sorry- both the puffin and the American interrogated each person in the room. Yes, the puffin obviously knew who is owner was-he wasn't kumijuro after all- but he enjoyed startling the other countries –cough- Italy -cough- or simply annoying them. Finally, when the annoying duo reached Spain, who was about 50 countries from the Nordic 5, Norway snapped. He was tired (Drunk Denmark keeping him awake all night), pissed, and basically hating everyone at the moment. So, Norway did what any normal magic loving country would do. Cast a spell.

Now, if Norway had a choice then, he would have never cast the spell. Unfortunately, that didn't happen-and the events following were catastrophic.

Pulling out his wand from his back pocket, he gave it a quick clean. It was nothing fancy, but Norway adored the 14 inch Ash and dragon heartstring wand with all of his heart. They had been through a lot together, from the Viking ages to the present, and it was his most reliable tool. Viewing his mental file folder of spells, Norway reviewed each of them. Did he want to summon the wind? No. A firestorm? Better, but not what he wanted. Did he want tomatoes? What the hell-why was that in there?- he didn't need any tomatoes. Finally, he found a spell that would be useable. The countries, distracted, didn't notice Norway's raised wand, nor that he was repeated the same words over and over again.

feles vincere bestia.

feles vincere bestia.

feles vincere bestia.

Not until he was almost done with the spell did things start to go wrong. For starters, when you are a holding a wand in your hand and a purple aura starts to form around you, people start to notice. Second, the bloody puffin had managed to make it down to the Nordics (how he did so, Norway would never know). "Oi! Stop using your creepy magic!" the puffin squawked.

No answer.

Since yelling at the country didn't seem to work, the bird decided to take matters into his own hands-err, talons. With a might squawk, the Puffin dove, crashing into Norway's hand and jerking the wand from it's original stance. As a large crash and bright light filled the room, Norway had one last thought before his world faded to black…

That dam puffin

*Back to Warrior Territory*

*Romano POV*

When Romano first resurfaced from unconsciousness, the only thing on his mind was his pounding headache. Bloody hell, what happened last night? If the Bad Touch Trio did something, I swear I will castrate them. Romano thought, to lazy to open his eyes or even move. Racking his brain for any beer, bar, or certain perverted Frenchman/Prussian/Spainard that could have caused this, he was disappointed to find that there was no recollection. Finally deciding to give up on his pointless quest, the Italian decided that it would be better to open his eyes, find Spain (or whoever he was with) and demand to find out what the hell was going on.

Opening his eyes, his head still pounding, Romano was surprised to find-of all things-paws. Shaking his head, thinking he was in some hallucination, he opened his eyes to find the same speckled paws directly beneath him. "Damn, what is happening?" he asked himself, raising a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes.

That's when he discovered that the paws beneath him weren't just any paws, they were his paws. And Romano then again slipped into the gentle hold of unconsciousness as his whole life changed….

Hello lovelies! This is Emeraldpaw speaking, and I decided to do a warrior cats/hetalia crossover. No, this didn't come from nowhere, ArtDirection123 has their own crossover which I adore.

Now, I'm usually bad about updating. Why? Cause I had school. But guess what? It's summer! AKA I have nothing to do besides swim team, watch anime, and write. So I will try to update every 2-3 days or so!

Review please, and Italy will make you PAAASSSSTTTAAAA!