A/N
I recently got a computer so I'm going to update this more frequently. I do have to type these stories on my iPod and send them to my computer now but...you don't have to wait anymore!
I forgot to put in a disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own the warriors nor make money off my fanfictions. But my OCs are mine. Mine.
~~Two~~
"Mom, I'm home! You there?" I call through the front door. No answer. I guess I'll have to use my key.
I shove the key into the lock and twist. Opening the door, I hear a meow. "Hungry? Me too. I swear, they gyp us on those skimpy pizzas."
'Meow.' His whiskers twitch. "Fine. Beggar!" I pick him up and put him into his cat condo. "But you get beef flavor this time." I dump the jiggly lump into his bowl and wrinkle my nose in disgust. "How do you eat this stuff?"
'Meow.' He flicks his tail and leaps gracelessly onto the ground, hitting his back feet against the scratching post. "Meow. Meow meow meow!" I retort before laughing. I plop onto the couch and turn on the television, flipping the channel to Animal Planet. I pull out The Darkest Hour and begin reading. In an hour I fall asleep.
"She's here-"
"The one-"
"Her eyes-"
I catch the snippets of conversation that come in whispers around me. Prying open my eyelids, I gaze around.
Trees surround me in a clearing of vibrant grass. Four cats-wait, cats? I push my self up with my hands only to fall clumsily to the dirt. Looking down, I see furry cream paws. Paws..? I'm dreaming. That's it. This is a dream. I just need to stop drinking milk before bed, right?
"It's not a dream." The cat in front of me speaks. What? It can read my thoughts? Well, it's a dream. Of course they can. "I'm not an 'it,' and this is most definitely not a dream. Stand up." I raise myself in a sitting position. Then I lift my back legs.
"Good. My name is Ravenstar, former leader of ShadowClan. That's Strikestar, leader of ThunderClan, that's Mousestar, he had WindClan, and that's Willowstar of RiverClan. A long time ago, we broke off from ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, and ShadowClan. We started our own Clans-StrikeClan, RavenClan, MouseClan, and WillowClan in a new place, far past TwolegPlace. Got that? Alright." WillowClan? RavenClan? "Yes. Different Clans. You are here for a warning. A warning of a prophecy to come. Listen, Twoleg. Look into the pool." Suddenly a pool of water appears in front of me. I look at my reflection.
A dark grey head stares back at me. The rest of my body flickers in the waves, also dark grey but with black ringed bengal cat spots. I hit the water with a cream paw. A big bushy tail flowers out behind me. The sun catches my eyes.
One stormy deep blue eye looks down at the pool, side by side with an emerald green eye. I gasp.
"You will be reborn into this form. You have a job in RavenClan. Fulfill it." Willowstar meows. "But, she needs to know the prophecy, right?"
"No time. Kit, we have no control of who you're reborn from, but we know you'll need-" suddenly I'm jerked awake by something.
"Samantha, you've been asleep on the couch since yesterday and I wanna watch the TV!" Xavier yells. "Fine, fine. I'm up, water-head!" I yell back. Stumbling up the stairs, I lay on my soft bed next to Tuxedo.
"It was a dream. Right?" In response Tux randomly jumps up and hisses at the air. "Calm yourself, cat!" I grab him and stroke his tail where he likes it and he eventually melts away into a pile of fur and purr.
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