I got bored... And I saw alot of these 'Becoming a cat' fanfictions... I thought that I would try...

Here goes

"Kimberly Ann Rose!" That was my mom, she always calls me my full name. I just wanted to be called Kim or Kimmy. "Yes, Ma?" She came running down the stairs with my books in her hand. "Kimberly, I have one question. Why do you read these books? Then just toss them on the floor like nothing." I looked at her. She was wearing a maids dress again. That was her job though. "Because, Mom, I read those books three times. They get boring." My mother just handed the books to me when my cell-phone rang.

I picked it up. "Hey diddle diddle?" I said into the phone. Then I knew who it was when she answered. "The cat and the fiddle. Hey can you open your window so I can get in?" I giggled. "Yes... but why can't you use the front door?" I ran up to my room and opened the window, the winter breeze was coming in when she brought herself through. "Because of one thing, wanna know what it is?" I laughed this time, knowing the answer. "Yes, Samantha! I would love to know the answer."

"Hey don't call me that! My name is either Sammy, or Nitro! Oh, and I went through the window because I want to see how your mom reacts. I can't wait to see her face when she finds me. And also sees that I came to your little sleep over with out using the front door!" I looked at her, it was pretty funny when mom got flustered. "Oh lets play a game." Sammy said. "Kay,kay. What game?" I looked at her, she and I both knew what game.

I ran to the corner of my room, grabbed the bean-bags and peices of paper. "Sammy, get the pencils." I called to her as I put the bean bags against the bare wall. When we sat down she said. "Time to play Warrior cats. Are we making our own... or are we going to put a twist on the actual characters." I thought about it and said. "I, Kimmy the Great, declare that we should make our own! Its more chalenging that way." Sammy nodded and started writing down what she can in twenty minutes. We had set a timer.

I wrote the perfect paper. And saw I still had five minutes left. So I quickly thought of powers, finished writing once the little timer buzzed. "Okay I'll go first this time. Is that all right?" Sammy nodded and waited for me to start. I got more comfortable and started,

"Her name is Flamepool and she is a she~cat. Her age is 12 moons. She is a long-limbed brown she-cat. White under-belly, paws, and tail tip. Silver ear tips and chest. Her personality is shy, but if you get to know her she is funny. She is not very good at fighting. But is wonderfull at hunting. Some say she matured to early, but she only acts it to show no fear. Her only kin is... Sammy's cat." We always are sisters." She has powers, they are jumping into anyones mind any time, flying, running fast, jumping high, and bending others against her will. Her prophecy is The Clans will be gathered in darkness, untill the pool of flames shows them back to the light.-"

"Hey," Sammy cut in. " Can I use the same prophecy, except change it so it has something to do with my cat? Her name is Firehawk." I nodded and said "The new prophecy from now on is:The Clans will be gathered in darkness, untill the pool of flames and the hawk made of fire shows them the way back to the light." Sammy nodded aprovingly and I went on.

"In her kithood, she was abondend by her mother on WindClan territory, and chased out. Founded by ThunderClan and raised by Cloudtail and Brightheart. She became an apprentice with Bumblestripe as her mentor. She also got the prophecy then. At her first gathering, she met her true love, but from ShadowClan. Ferretclaw, a young and couragous tom. Once she was a warrior, she got the same prophecy, and she started dreaming about hawks lit on fire and pools of ice being replaced by flames."

Sammy looked at me then said, "Are you finished?" I nodded and she said. "My turn! Okay, here we go."

"Her name is Firehawk, she~cat of course. She is exactly 12 and a half moons old. She is a big, dark brown, tabby. With one white paw, one black paw, and two silver paws. She is very open and would love to just jump into the lake without a care in the world. She is aweful at hunting, but wonderful at fighting. Most say she is still a kit at heart, she doesn't care, oh she is also ThunderClan. Firehawks powers are to grow big or small, to go invisable, to be excellent at fighting, and her white and black paws have major long and sharp claws. Her prophecy is... What again?"

I sighed and said, " The Clans will be gathered in darkness, untill the pool of flames and the hawk made of fire shows them the way back to the light. You really need to remember your prophecies!" She giggled then started again.

"Firehawk was born to rouges along with her sister, but she was the one to drag her sister out of the water. Cloudtail and Brightheart adopted her along with Flamepool. She became," She yawned and then continued," An apprentice with Blossomfall as her mentor. She had fallen in love with Snowpaw, even though they were raised as littermates, they never thought more than best friends, no relations. At her warrior ceremony she got the name, Firehawk, which gave her the prophecy again."

We both looked at each other and laughed. "If only we were really warriors!" I cried. My mom came up stairs, "Dinner ti- Samantha? How did you get here?" We both chuckled as we walked through the doorway. "Hey mom, after dinner. Sam and I are going to the store. Gotta stock up on sweets for out hibernation!" My mom just sighed and gave up twenty dollors. We finised our dinner and went to put our coats on. "We'll be back, see ya." I called as I left the house. Sam being me tail behind me.

We went up the street and looked for cars. We started to walk across when a dude flew out of no where. We both tried to run, but the guy was going to fast, I let out a scream. It felt as if my whole life was poring onto the ground. I looked at Sam, blurry spots crowded my vision. then I just shouted, "Goodbye, everybody I love," I coughed up blood and continued. "I'll... miss... you most of... all." I finished when I noticed I was being lifted into the air. "Good bye, Mom!" I shouted hoping she could here me.

I heard my voice, It wasn't shaking anymore. Then I felt someone being pulled beside me. "Sam?" I looked over, Sam indeed, her short brown hair covering her eyes. "Whoa whats happening?" I heard Sam whisper. "I don't know." I answered back. Then a blueish-gray cat and a large white cat stepped forward from in front of them. I gasped,"Cats? Why do I have to see cats when I die?" The blueish-gray cat then said. "Because you have a choice, do you know who I am?"

I thought about it when Sam held her breath. Then my eyes lit up, "Your Bluestar and your Whitestorm... right?" They both nodded and Whitestorm said." You have a choice to become a warrior cat, or go back to your old life. You don't have to choose now, you can live the warrior life for a few moons, then tell me." Just at that the whole world went black.

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