I'm A Cat?

by Aeri the Owl

Erica is a normal, twenty-four year old woman living in London. When she goes for a walk, she doesn't expect to be hit by a car and die. Now, she's surrounded by the clans, with the weight of a prophecy on her mind. There will be her... The one to rise from an old life to a new life. She will be the one of the sound of Thunder, who will shed light and save the Clans... No slash yet

2. Meeting Other Cats

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS!

Erica's Point of View

When I woke up, I found that I was surrounded by cats staring at me. Some looked concerned while others seemed to look outraged. Among these cats was a brown tom with dark brown to black stripes. He seemed to be the leader of the group, which consisted of three other cats: a white tom with blue eyes, a once-beautiful she-cat with a terrible scar across her face and a missing eye, and a ginger she-cat with green eyes.

As I gazed at them and they gazed at me in silence, I realized that I was now standing up and seemed tiny compared to these cats. Why would I be tinier than a cat? I looked down and jumped when I noticed my human body wasn't there. Instead, there were tiny white paws, a furry gray body, and black spots dappling my body. When I looked up, I noticed the cats had walked away a few fee- er- tail lengths away. They were talking urgently, and I knew it was about me.

Finally, the brown and black one with broad shoulders made walked over to me. "Where's your mother?" He asked, I suddenly knew what to do. I looked to the ground, trying to make myself look as pitiful as possible. It helped that I was covered in mud and had a few scratched, of which I believed were from the crash from my death. I also looked a little thin due to being skinny as a twig when I was human. "Sh-she was killed in a c-car crash a few d-days ago... My siblings w-were t-taken by the u-ugly creatures with no fur a m-mon- er- m-moon ago," I replied, making my voice crack to add on to the act. I found it ironic that I made the excuse of being with no mother due to a car crash. Very ironic indeed. I also stuttered along with how I expressed the time, not knowing if cats knew about days, weeks, months, or years.

The tom gave me a huge look of sympathy. Throughout my telling of story, the rest of the group came to listen. "Oh, you poor thing! You don't look older than two moons! What's your name dear?" Asked the she-cat with a scar. I thought on this answer for a moment before replying, "I-I don't have one. M-mother a-always told me t-that naming me would c-cause her to gr-grow attached t-to me, m-making it harder f-for her to leave me when the time came." As I spoke more, I noticed my voice sounded high-pitched and childish, but that was because I was now a baby.

The entire group looked shocked. At once, the cat with the scar started to try and comfort me. I found that she was a very motherly cat. The white cat with blue eyes watched from behind her, giving me a look of sympathy. All of the cats were giving me a look of sympathy. "I-I don't mind. M-mother a-always knew what was r-right and wrong. S-she did everything f-for my own s-safety. I don't c-care if I d-don't have a name. I-I wanna know yours!" I tried to make it as though I was forcing myself to be cheerful.

"Aw! Well, my name is Brightheart, dear!" The she cat replied, sounding like she was forcing herself to be cheery for my sake. Definitely motherly. The white tom spoke up, "I'm Cloudtail." The tom with broad shoulders next, "I'm Brambleclaw and the ginger she-cat is Squirrelflight." Squirrelflight seemed annoyed that he said her name for her. She said, "You know, I can speak for myself Brambleclaw!" I giggled at their bickering.

"Oh be quiet you two! She probably needs food in her belly and a warm place to stay right now! Plus, it looks like it's about to rain!" Brightheart exclaimed, shutting the two cats up. "Come on dear, lets get you back to camp," she cooed, picking me up by the scruff of my neck and purring. "Brightheart, we never agreed to taking her to camp," Brambleclaw said. Brightheart's purring stopped and she set me down, before saying, "And you would dare leaving a poor, innocent kit out here? In the rain, mind you!"

Brambleclaw look annoyed for a moment. Then, he studied me and sighed. "Fine, lets go. Kit, can you walk?" He said, giving in the Brightheart's glare. I tried walking forward, but was not used to using four legs and fell down, legs also feeling like jelly and very tired. "Oh come on Brambleclaw! Of course she can't walk! She's exhausted," Brightheart exclaimed, very annoyed. Brambleclaw and Brightheart glared at each other for a moment.

Then, suddenly, I felt a raindrop on my nose. Then another, and another. Brightheart quickly picked me up and started to go in the direction of her camp, apparently. I heard paw steps behind us as the rest of the group tried to keep up. As we went along, I was shivering in excitement.