Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or the characters in warriors. I do own the OCs featured in story.

Warning there will be: OCs, breaks in reality, huge mistakes and/or disregard for real scientific research, some explicit things, and grammatical, spelling, or punctuation mistakes that I have missed after editing

Note: It has been a long time since I've published the prologue to this story. it's a bit of a long story as to why, since I originally planned to write it all down first for another site, the edit and add things when on . The problem is that I periodically lost muse for the project, had summer work to tend to, and I had to get a new computer.

Now I plan to edit the existing chapters and start posting on here. There will be no exact date when I publish this story, but know that they will be coming.

Enjoy.

Chapter One

The morning birds' incessant chirping stirred Jayfeather slowly awake. He groaned, keeping his eyes shut tight. His mind had not fully shaken the cobwebs of sleep and was reluctant to wake up. He could recall something happening, but Jayfeather was too comfortable to yet address it. It felt nice, the air was cool, the sunlight felt warm, and lake's waves washing on the shore felt soothing.

The lake…

He shouldn't be hearing the lake. Shouldn't he be back in his den? He recalled passing out after being overrun with pain. Jayfeather looked back before he passed out. Lionblaze did say that he would get him if he wasn't back by dusk.

Then why was Jayfeather still out in the forest?

Jayfeather instantly became tense. He needed to move now if Lionblaze didn't find him. He lifted his face from the ground, or tried to as his neck could barely crane a whisker length above the ground.

He knew he was having stiff joints, but it was never this bad. There was something abnormal about his body now, it felt as heavy as a tree trunk and it was apparently as mobile as one. He grit his teeth, sniffing the air for a scent.

Something was wrong with his nose too as the only thing he could pick up the dirt and undergrowth. He couldn't scent any prey on the wind, nor his individual Clanmates' scents on the breeze. Nothing but dirt and foliage, and even that was restricted as he couldn't differentiate the plants' scents from one another.

Unable to keep his head aloft any longer – or perhaps out of sheer surprise – Jayfeather's face plopped back down on the dry ground. Wait, I can't feel my whiskers, Jayfeather noticed, not feeling the whiskers bending and brushing against the ground at all. In fact his whole face felt bare of fur entirely.

No my whole body feels like it doesn't have any fur! That explained why everything on the forest floor felt odd, he was completely devoid of his protective fur! His eyes widen and lips pulled back in concern of his apparent nakedness. Yet his racing heart pick up speed when Jayfeather moved his face, it just felt wrong.

I-I can't move my ears! No matter how much he willed his ears to pull back, swivel around, move in any way he could think of his ears didn't budge in the slightest. And what's with my forehead? He felt his whole forehead pull up and down with exaggerated movements that no normal cat could perform.

Jayfeather was no longer concerned about his situation anymore, he was panicked about it. Why was his senses dulled? Why was he bare of fur? Why did his face move awkwardly?

Did his body move awkwardly too? Or worst, can he not move his body at all? Jayfeather shut his eyes, hoping that his limbs would move like normal.

Fortunately, they thrashed about on command without any pain or hitch (and somehow he managed to roll off his belly and onto his side.) Unfortunately, it moved just as strangely as his face. Jayfeather's legs felt so bizarre; his hind legs were long, crooked and swung like a branch caught in a heavy breeze. His front legs were even more chaotic as they moved not only back and forth, but can be moved out in an angle that would be simply impossible for any cat to do.

Jayfeather quickly connected the dots. There really was no need to list off all the things wrong with his body, it was no cat's body by any stretch of the deranged imagine. Somehow, and only StarClan knows how, Jayfeather was in a different creature's body and he has a good guess to what creature he had transformed into.

However the acknowledgement alone made Jayfeather's new body tremble; he could no longer restrain his panic. He let out a tremendous scream and cried out, "StarClan, no! I turned into a twoleg!"

Jayfeather pulled these twoleg limbs close to his body, trying to wrap himself into a ball. "Wake up, th-this is just a dream. A re-really bizarre dream!" he begged to himself in this unnatural sounding twoleg voice. He felt himself struggling to breathe as the stress started to get to him. His eyes started to sting terribly he felt a warm bead of water leak from underneath his closed eyelids.

I can't breathe! What's happening to me? Jayfeather terror grew even more as his breath grew ragged. His throat closed up as he attempted to inhale and exhale, making horrid choking noises when he did catch a couple of scant breaths. And all the time his eyes itched and burned as more water streamed down his bare face.

Was he going to die? He was already choking and floundering about in this body! This uncomfortable pain and awkwardness of his body felt too real to be even be a dream. Was he to die like this, drowning in air like a fish out of water?

With his mind in a chaotic mess and strangling by his new body's mechanics, Jayfeather did not hear the approaching steps of another creature until it had already made itself known.

"Oh my God! Sir, are you alright?" a frightened voice called out to Jayfeather, followed by loud crashing of footsteps through the undergrowth. Jayfeather froze - well as frozen as he could be as his body still trembled and shook - as the creature kneeled over him.

It was a twoleg.

A talking twoleg.

Jayfeather did not have too much time to wrap his mind around this revelation as he felt the twoleg's paw press against his shoulder. "You're bruised up, has someone assaulted you? Do you know who they look like?" the twoleg asked quickly.

Its fear did not quell Jayfeather at all; he did not want to be near a twoleg. He squirmed and swung his front limb to claw at this stranger, only to lightly smack the twoleg's crooked leg with just one claw. Though the gesture and a gurgled half-choke, half-hiss did make the twoleg scoot back and take his paws off of Jayfeather.

"Hey, hey, calm down," the twoleg's voice dropped, hiding its panic from his voice and sounding calm, "Look, I'm not here to hurt you sir, I just want to help you out."

"I- I don't ne-need help!" Jayfeather stuttered in a threateningly low voice. Once again he thrashed his limb again but he hit nothing the second time around. The twoleg did not sway this time around as Jayfeather felt the twoleg's large claw clamp tightly around the joint under his paw.

Jayfeather flinched instinctively and started to pull and tug, trying unsuccessfully to yank his paw out of the stranger's grasp. The twoleg still kept his friendly tone despite Jayfeather's own hostile attitude. "Everything's going to be fine, sir," he insisted, "look, I'll call an ambulance and they can give you any medical attention. You'll be fine, I promise."

Mouse-brained twoleg! Jayfeather thought, still preoccupied on freeing his paw out of the twoleg's grip, I swung at him twice and he still wants to help?

"Let me help you," the twoleg spoke again, tightening his grip on Jayfeather slightly with a wave of seriousness. Jayfeather let out a nervous sigh, his breath now back to normal and relaxed his foreleg.

"F-Fine," Jayfeather spoke guardedly, "but you are not taking me to this ambulance, to which you speak of, and you're not taking me out of my forest."

This order on Jayfeather's part took the twoleg by surprise. "You can't stay out in the forest, sir. It's too dangerous in your condition," he said, then muttered; "Besides, this isn't your forest anyways."

"I won't budge. Either we stay here or you go leave me alone," Jayfeather snapped. This is ThunderClan territory, it is my forest you dumb twoleg!

The twoleg didn't directly say anything to Jayfeather, mumbling something under his breath that Jayfeather didn't catch. For a moment, Jayfeather believed he got the twoleg stumped, until it spoke again, "How about this, I'll take you to the campsite's center. It's just a walk away from here and it has a medical center. There will be people there that will help you and you'll be close to your forest. Is that alright with you?"

Jayfeather could tell that this twoleg did not wanted his original plan to change, but the tight grip around his limb said that if Jayfeather disagreed the male would stubbornly carry out his early plan.

Ugh, I'm dealing with a twoleg version of Briarlight, he thought, groaning loudly. Well, what choice did he have if he did get what he wanted? Stay here unable to move and wait for his Clanmates to find him like this? They haven't found me by now, most likely they'll never will.

Though gritted teeth, he begrudgingly replied, "Fine then, but you better not leave my side. I already have trouble trusting you to do this, I don't think I can give a mouse whisker's amount of trust to these 'people.'"

"Um, alright then, I will stick by your side," the twoleg said, "let me help you up." With that as his only warning, Jayfeather felt his body being pulled up by his shoulders. Jayfeather let out a tiny scream of surprise at the change of height and fell right onto the twoleg's side.

"Ah, sorry!" Jayfeather felt the twoleg pull him upright again, allowing Jayfeather to stand on his elongated feet. Jayfeather swayed precariously, his new legs threatening to give way and let him fall again, but stabilized when the twoleg pulled his front limb around the twoleg's neck. "There we go."

Jayfeather dug his claws into the twoleg's strange coat to dear life, grumbling negative comments under his breath at any bump or shake during their walk. Really the twoleg was doing most of the walking whereas Jayfeather's feet just dragged across the debris littered on the forest floor. This morning had been too stressful for Jayfeather to handle, the old prophecy never been as stressful as this phenomenon!

"Oh, sir, I think I should introduce myself. My name is Ulysses Hartwell," the twoleg spoke after a few heartbeats of silence. He purposely made himself sound chipper, as if was means to calm Jayfeather. It succeeded in annoying Jayfeather.

"That is a very stupid name," Jayfeather grumbled sourly, feeling embarrassment amass from Ulysses the moment he said that.

"I personally don't think of it as stupid," Ulysses muttered, though loud enough for Jayfeather to hear. Clearing his throat, the twoleg then asked, "Mind telling me your name?"

Jayfeather let out a sigh. Might as well get this over with.

"My name's Jayfeather," he said, crossly. He became even crosser when he heard Ulysses chuckle, "What?"

"Oh nothing," Ulysses said quickly, but Jayfeather could detect a hint of coyness in his voice.

You smug snake, Ulysses Hartwell.