A/N Edit: Fixed a few things I was unsatisfied with.

~Hazelpaw POV~

"Is she okay?"

"Leafpool, is she ill?"

"What happened to my littermate?"

The voices rang in my ears, not wanting to go away. Who were these people? Where am I? Who's "Leafpool"? What even is a "Leafpool"? A pool of leaves? Oh well. At least I'm not dead…or am I? Gah, I'm so confused! My eyelids felt heavy, but I knew it would be best to open them. Maybe I could get something useful from these people, maybe they can tell me where I am. None of them sure as heck sound like my brothers Silverfire or Stargaze, that's for sure. Forcing my eyes open, I expected to wake up in a hospital, or maybe just waking up in a house or something like that, I dunno know. But instead of seeing humans, I woke up to find cats standing over me, completely baffled as to why I was knocked out. What the heck?! What're they doing here? Judging from the surroundings, I could tell I was in a den or cave of some sort.

Taking in a deep breath, I let out a bloodcurdling screech. Maybe they might realize that I rather like having personal space! The cats took a couple of paces back, shock in their eyes. Calming down, I only breathed heavily, staring into space. Bright Scar, help me here. I'm surrounded by cats, don't know where I am, and I wouldn't be surprised if I got turned into a cat myself. One of the cats, a light brown tabby with amber eyes padded up to me. It gave me a sniff. I suppressed the urge to scream once more, not wanting to cause too much of a scene.

"Hazelpaw doesn't seem to be ill, but I'm not sure what's-" They began. A cat. Freaking. Talking. Wow. Just. Wow. And who's this "Hazelpaw" anyways? My name might be Hazel, but I'm not Hazelpaw! But to be fair, these cats are probably trying. I guess. I looked down to see that I had paws, what a surprise! They were a soft, downy white that seemed to look as if it were silk. Not sure how I feel about that to be honest.

Rather confused and bored, I decided to interrupt the light brown tabby. "Excuse me, but who are you and where am I?" The light brown tabby tilted her head, bewildered. Narrowing my eyes, I let out an irritated grunt. "You can hear me, riiiiiiight?" The light brown tabby only blinked in response and looked over to another cat, a long furred cream colored cat. The cream coated cat had pure terror plastered onto her face, as if she was watching me bleed out. Huh? What's up with them? Is they this "Hazelpaw"'s parent or something? If so, then that's understandable. I'd be sick with worry if my kid was acting out of the ordinary or passed out suddenly.

"Hazelpaw doesn't seem to remember me at all," The light brown tabby mewed, and judging by the sound of their voice I'm guessing they were a female cat. So a molly? Or do they call female cats something different here? "Daisy, maybe she remembers you? You are her mother, after all."

The cream furred cat rasped her tongue on my fur. "Hazelpaw, do you remember me? Are you okay? You're safe, okay? You're in ThunderClan. Do you remember your littermates, Berrypaw and Mousepaw? Oh, please tell me you haven't forgotten everything!" What is a ThunderClan? Who are Berrypaw and Mousepaw? And yes, I've forgotten everything according to you. Luckily I didn't say that aloud, since the light brown tabby was staring me down. What's her problem? Does she have something to say to me? Then say it, wimp. I think I can handle it. Only blinking slowly, I defiantly glared at the light brown tabby in the eye. She flinched, but kept her composure.

Sighing, the light brown tabby shook its head. "I don't think Hazelpaw remembers anything, Daisy. Not even her kin or ThunderClan," Yeah, no kidding! "I've never seen anything like this before. Maybe I'll have to consult StarClan about this, it's strange and abnormal," My new ears pricked up at the sound of pawsteps rushing into the den. Huh. That might be useful if I'm stuck here. A cream furred cat thrusted their way into the den, pushing aside the light brown tabby. This cat was almost exactly like Daisy, but short-furred and smaller. It also had a stubby bobtail, which I honestly find at least somewhat adorable. It also smelled…different from Daisy and the light brown tabby. Does that mean that this cream furred bobtail cat is a male cat, or a tom? Then that probably means that the light brown tabby is a molly. Or do they call mollies something different here?

The cream tom thrust his muzzle into my fur. "Hazelpaw, I'm so glad you're okay! What happened near the lake? Did something attack you?" I have no clue what you're talking about, but whatever. What I'm worried about is how managed to wake up like this. But that cream tom is right to ask what happened. What had happened to this Hazelpaw at this lake? I guess I'll have to take their place until I can figure this all out. "Leafpool, what happened to her?" He demanded. Oh. That's what these cats meant. That light brown tabby molly. Is she some kind of cat nurse?

"I don't know, Berrypaw," She sighed, shaking her head. "But she doesn't seem to remember anything or anyone at all. It'll be awhile until her wounds heal up, and take awhile for her to get back to apprentice duties."

Daisy's face shifted into an expression of horror. "But will my kit be okay?" Yes, I'll physically be okay! Well, that's pretty iffy. Mentally? Hmm, depends on how used I get to this new body I have. Leafpool nodded, her expression giving away nothing. Daisy only sighed in defeat and headed back to wherever she was beforehand. Berrypaw touched my forehead with his nose.

He murmured, "Get better, okay Hazelpaw?" I only sighed, gazing at my paws. Berrypaw padded out of the den, muttering to himself.

Was there even any chance for me to get back home? I like cats, don't get me wrong, but…I want my real family. My little brother Silverfire, my older brother Stargaze, and even our half brother Ralph. They're actual family. But then again, I can see my friends as family too. Like Violet, Columbia, Jayson…maybe even Holly. But I know them. And I can't stop missing them. It hurts…I want them with me at the least. Why'd I have to get taken away from them? Why? A twisted jab of dread gnarled at my heart. Where's…Spiritmask…? He was the only one who really understood me and cared about me… A warm, light, fluffy feeling began reeling in my head as I thought of him. Spiritmask was always so kind and sweet to me, and never seemed to hold back. He even helped me escape from being executed as well…he gave me actual hope in the first time in years. He was always so kind to everyone, and even if he was extremely naive and prone to lashing out at someone, he still tries to make up for it. I miss him so much. The aching feeling in my chest swelled up even more, making my eyes begin to fog up.

"Hazelpaw, are you alright?" Leafpool asked, a bundle of herbs in her paws. She had a couple of spiky green leaves on them. Even from this nest I could tell that they had a pleasant aroma to them, an aroma I think would go nicely with some freshly squeezed lemonade. Are those supposed heal cats, in some weird way? That's pretty cool, I guess. Not like I really care all that much though.

I shook my head. "I feel like crap," I snapped, yawning a bit as well. Leafpool tilted her head in confusion. Oh, right. Leafpool's a cat, not a human. "Poop. Waste. Dirt. I feel like dirt." Leafpool only licked my forehead, sighing.

"I'm sorry that this had to happen to you, Hazelpaw…" She mumbled. "For now you should just rest. I'll give you some poppy seeds to help." Leafpool padded towards her herb stocks, which I'm guessing has these poppy seeds. Shutting my eyes, I sighed to myself. Just where am I? And why did I ever wake up here? The tanginess of some of the herbs finally hit my nose, leaving a disgusting reek in it. And for Bright Scar's sake, why did it have to be here of all places?! Oh well. I'll force myself to get over it. …Well, I hope I will.

A/N: Yep, I'm putting my OCs into it. Technically though, Hazel's just in Hazelpaw's body (it shall be explained later on) so it's still Hazelpaw/tail. The next chapter will feature Mousepaw, because why not?