As anyone who writes body-switch stories will know, the hardest and most fun bit to write is when the charcters first get switched. I hope you enjoy how Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight react.

Sunlight was trickling through the roof of the warriors' den when Brambleclaw woke up. How long was I asleep? he wondered, rolling onto his side. He still felt slightly sleepy.

"You're awake," a voice said beside him. Brambleclaw turned to see Sandstorm facing him.

Brambleclaw pulled himself to his feet. "Sorry I slept in..." he began, than stopped. Sandstorm seemed larger than she normally did. She was about the same size as he was now. Brambleclaw was usually taller than her.

"It's okay," Sandstorm meowed, licking him between his ears. Brambleclaw stared in astonishment; the pale ginger she-cat had never been affectionate with him before. "What's the matter?" Sandstorm added. "I hope you're feeling alright."

"I'm fine," Brambleclaw said, then stopped in shock. Was that his voice that had just come out of his mouth? It sounded higher than his normal voice, and kind of mischevous.

Sandstorm stared at him, unconvinced. "Okay then. You ready to join us on our hunting patrol?"

"Hunting patrol?" Brambleclaw repeated in his odd new voice. He was starting to get really confused.

"Actually, I don't think you should come," Sandstorm meowed, twitching one ear. "You're obviously not feeling like yourself today."

You have no idea! Brambleclaw wanted to yowl as Sandstorm left the den. What was wrong with him?

Sandstorm turned before she left. "Just rest, and maybe you'll feel better for another patrol. See you, Squirrelflight."

Brambleclaw watched her go, feeling his bones turn to ice. She just called me Squirrelflight!

Slowly, he lowered his head and stared at his paws. His right paw was right, and his left paw was ginger.

Breathing hard, Brambleclaw turned to stare at his side. It was orange, with slightly darker stripes.

Feeling panicky, Brambleclaw raced out of the warriors' den and rushed towards Leafpool's den.

"Squirrelflight?" a bemused Ashfur mewed as Brambleclaw rushed into the den and crouched beside the small pool.

Instead of a broad tabby face with dark fur and amber eyes, Brambleclaw saw two green eyes set in the face of a ginger tabby she-cat... One he knew very well.

"It's not possible..." Brambleclaw whispered. "It's just not possible..."

And then he heard a loud yowl from the warriors' den. Brambleclaw turned in shock. He knew that yowl very well indeed.

As Brambleclaw entered the warriors' den, a large paw struck him. Brambleclaw rolled over with the force of the blow; looking up he saw two angry eyes glaring at him. "This is all your fault!"

"You think I meant for this to happen?" Brambleclaw retorted. He got to his feet and stared at the cat opposite him. It could have been Tigerstar, or even Hawkfrost. But it wasn't.

Brambleclaw was staring at himself.

"Squirrelflight?" he mewed cautiously.

Brambleclaw's body raised a paw threatingly. "What did you do to me?"

Brambleclaw flattened his ears. "I didn't do anything!" he hissed. "You think I'd have done this to myself? I'm as shocked as you are!"

Brambleclaw watched his own eyes narrow. "You are Brambleclaw, aren't you?"

"Course I am," Brambleclaw answered. He couldn't help wishing Squirrelflight's body was a little larger; he hated having to look up to her. It felt so weird.

Squirrelflight sat down, the anger leaving her new amber eyes. "Why am I you? Or, why are you me?"

"How should I know?" Brambleclaw meowed in Squirrelflight's voice. Squirrelflight opened her mouth to reply, but then Dustpelt walked in.

"Hey, Brambleclaw!" he greeted Squirrelflight, who of course looked like the ThunderClan deputy. "Firestar wants to speak to you in his den."

"Okay, I'll be there." Shooting a warning glance at Brambleclaw, she got up to leave. As she went through the gap, she banged her head on the brambles. "Ow!"

Brambleclaw rolled his eyes. His body was a lot larger than Squirrelflight's; she hadn't ducked enough.

As Dustpelt followed Squirrelflight-in-Brambleclaw's-body, Brambleclaw wondered what to do next. Sandstorm had told him to stay here and rest.

"May as well," he grumbled. "I don't want to face the Clan like this."

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Next chapter: Squirrelflight-as-Brambleclaw hears of a prophecy which concerns her and Brambleclaw...