Am I dead? Anna wondered. No, I can still feel the ground and... I feel okay, not hurt... I can't open my eyes, though... But I can hear something... voices? They were faint, but definitely there. Two voices, speaking to each other... but Anna wasn't sure whether they were male or female. Something felt wrong about hearing them speak, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She focused in on what they were saying, but was only able to pick up a few words.

"... What do... expect us to do? We... weak enough as it is without... dumb twoleg!" Anna heard a growl.

"You brought it... your problem... stop pacing!" Something hissed.

"Didn't think... take care of it! I just thought... help to... keep her alive!" Someone chuckled, but it didn't sound normal.

"Well, she's alive..." Another growl.

"But why is she a...?"

"Jay... don't know, I'm as clueless... but... she's your responsibility."

"Why!?"

"Can't just leave... this poor she-cat alone... needs somewhere to... and since you're the one who... in the first place, you... take her back to camp." Anna tried opening her eyes again. She was slowly getting her strength back.

"But-"

"Sh! She's waking up! I have to go, you take care of this."

"So much for StarClan's help..." Anna blinked open her eyes. She was still in the forest, and the sun had gone down. She looked around and was surprised to find that there was no blood pooled around her. She could no longer feel any of her wounds from just hours ago, either. She lifted her head to turn and get a better look at her body, expecting to see herself covered in cuts and bruises and her clothes ripped.

Instead she saw something that shocked her more than anything.

Fur. Fluffy, brown, striped fur.

What the hell...? She panicked and shot up on her feet, naturally trying to stand on her hind legs then falling back down on all fours. She looked down at her feet... only to find they had been turned into white paws. Reluctantly, she turned her neck around to stare down her back. I swear to god, if... She lashed her tail. You've got to be fucking kidding me...

"Hey, you!" Called a voice. Anna jumped, then realized it was one of the voices she had heard before. She turned to the direction the voice had come from. A light grey cat padded through the bushes towards her. "I'm Jayfeather. What's your name?" Anna was speechless and just stood gawking at the talking cat. It growled and asked again. "What's your name, twoleg?"

"Am I in Wonderland?" She asked, dazed. Her voice came out strange, and so did the other cat's. She could hear a normal voice, but it was as if it was layered with the sound of a cat mewing. The other cat sighed impatiently.

"Forget it. Just follow me." He turned and started making his way through the underbrush. Seeing no better option, Anna followed.

The cat- Jayfeather- walked oddly. He was constantly dragging his feet on the ground, twitching his ears, and smelling the air. Despite this, he moved quickly and confidently. Anna struggled to keep up, not used to walking on four feet/paws. She stumbled and tumbled over, falling over on her side.

"Oof!" She groaned. Ahead of her, Jayfeather stopped but didn't look back.

"Use your tail to balance yourself, mousebrain." He hissed. "If you keep waving it around like that it'll get caught and send you off balance." And he continued on.

How'd he know I was...? She didn't ask. Instead she got up and tried putting her tail straight out behind her. She found it easier to distribute her weight climbing over large rocks and roots jutting out of the ground. They continued walking for what to Anna seemed like forever. Suddenly they reached a large wall of brambles, growing tangled between two large rock walls, and Jayfeather stopped.

"We've reached the entrance to ThunderClan." He said. "Don't expect them to give you a warm welcome. I'll tell my Clan leader that you'll be staying with us and he'll take it from there. Just don't speak when we enter, and let me do the talking, alright?"

"What the hell is going on?" Anna asked. "Where am I? Am I dead? Why am I a cat? Who's ThunderClan? Why am I staying with you?" Jayfeather rolled his eyes.

"Now you decide to ask all these questions?" He sighed. "First of all, you're not dead. Second, you're in ThunderClan, one of four groups of cats living around the lake. You're staying with us because I'm apparently responsible for your wellbeing, seeing that I'm the one who turned you into a cat and all. I did that by accident, but you're alive, so you should at least be a little bit grateful. Now come on." He walked through the brambles, not waiting for Anna to take it all in.

This can't be real... Nevertheless, she stepped through the barrier.


Author's Note: I really have nothing to say. Just hangin' out down here. Bottom of the page. Woo. Paaaaarty. *Sigh* Alright, sorry, I'm done.