Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, but I do own Falene, Whisperkit, and Loudkit.

"You're saying we should try to make Falene a member of ThunderClan?" Leafpool was confused. Yes, they had taken a lot of new cats from outside the Clan as of late, but never had it been suggested by StarClan.

Bluestar nodded, "That is exactly what I'm saying. Simply start from the basics and work your way from there. Whether or not she can truly be a warrior is up to her, however."

"I'll inform Firestar."

Falene watched the cats bustle around camp with disinterest. A part of her felt grateful these cats had taken her in when she had nowhere else to go; the other was mad at the first. On top of that, those two kits, Toadkit and Rosekit, had made it their job to pester her. Their favorite toy had become the swath of pink fur over her left eye.

"Ack! Would you stop that already?!"

"But it's so weird!" Toadkit commented, taking another swing at her hair.

"It's perfectly normal where I come from, now would you quit that?!"

The two kits backed away a little and exchanged a glance.

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"Nope!" The kits launched themselves at Falene.

"Agh!" The clung to her back as she tried to shake them off. "Stupid kits! Take a friggin' hint already!" She fell to her paws.

"Toadkit, Rosekit, go back to the nursery for a while." The kits squeaked and climbed off of her, scampering back to the nursery. Falene raised her head to meet bright green eyes.

"Something you need, gingy?" If her nickname for him bothered Firestar, he showed nothing of it. Of course, that made Falene a might irritated. After all, it was her job to get under the fur of people she didn't like. Skin! Under the skin of cats she didn't like.

"You have been here for almost a quarter moon. If you plan to continue staying here, you need to start doing something to support the Clan."

If Falene had had a human eyebrow, she would have raised it. "Like what? I'm not exactly here of my own volition."

The ginger tom probably suspected she was speaking of Bluestar, but he had no idea the extent of her words. "You can hunt for the Clan or you can leave. It's as simple as that. If you really don't want to be here, then you don't have to be."

Falene's ears flicked back. She didn't have much of a choice. The likeliness that that blue cat would show up long enough for Falene to box her ears and demand to be turned to normal was slim to none, and she couldn't hunt for herself. But she was still in deep denial about liking squirrel. Even if she were to agree, there was one big problem.

Firestar stood waiting for her answer. She looked up at the tom. In her best monotone voice, she said, "I don't know how to hunt. I'm not particularly interested in learning either."

That brought quite a bit of attention to her, mostly from the apprentices eating nearby.

"You'll need to learn, or you'll need to leave." Firestar repeated and waved his tail, directing a cat behind him to step forward. Falene's eyes flicked to the thick-furred gray tom. "Graystripe agreed to teach you to hunt in our territory. You'll have to start at the beginning, though."

The last sentence was directed to Graystripe. Falene growled silently. Was it so wrong that she was taking free food? She was human; she shouldn't have to hunt stupid little animals!

"Come on; better get started while it's still early!" Graystripe said cheerfully. Falene reluctantly stood and followed the warrior. Her simply getting up to actually go somewhere drew enough attention that Falene would've blushed if she were human. Her ears were placed firmly back and didn't move until a tiny sound caught her attention.

It sounded like something scraping through leaves, but she wasn't sure how far away it was. Graystripe glanced over his shoulder, noticing her madly swiveling ears. As much as the sound was bothering her, she refused to ask what it was. Graystripe sighed, causing her ears to snap forward.

"You're hearing a mouse digging." The tom answered her unspoken question. Though she didn't acknowledge that she heard him, Graystripe was sure that she had taken the information in. Which she had; she just didn't deem it worthy of a response. Her fur caught on bushes multiple times, pulling as she moved through the forest. Finally they came out into a clearing where the ground was covered in moss.

"Where-" the question word slipped from her mouth. She did the cat version of a grimace. So much for giving him the silent treatment. Her tail twitched in annoyance as a look of success lit Graystripe's face.

"This is the mossy hollow. We train apprentices to fight here, but we should have it to ourselves for a little while. Let's get started."

"You're tail is too high! Your rump should be just above the ground!" Graystripe corrected for what felt like the millionth time. Falene's left eye twitched. Her legs were already wobbling from holding the position she was in. She dropped her butt to the ground.

"Is this low enough for ya'?!" Her tail lashed back and forth along the ground.

"If you refuse to even try, what makes you think you'll get anywhere?"

Falene gritted her teeth, pushing her up with her back paws. Her belly was scraping the ground with her tail hovering over leaves behind her. Her whole body shook with the strain. This is just like pushups in gym class…, she thought irritably.

"There you go! Now move forward, slowly."

Falane stared at him, eyes wide. "You want me to move in this position?!"

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"Fine." She started creeping forward, her paws scraping the ground and her tail rising.

"Pick up your paws! Tail down!"

Falene flopped down in her messy nest, absolutely exhausted. Clouds had covered the sun, but it was obviously setting. They were dark, ominous. Ten minutes later-

"What's a minute?"

Sixty seconds. Now-

"What's sixty seconds?"

One second is like, one Mississippi. If you were to count seconds it'd be like, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, and so on.

"Oh. … What's a Mississippi?"

It's a river. And don't ask me what a river is, you'll find out when you're an apprentice!

"But that'll take forever!"

"WHISPERKIT, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!"

At least I named you right, Loudkit.

Anyway, ten minutes later, also known as six hundred seconds, kits- Don't you dare try to interrupt me again! Raindrops began falling on her. Needless to say, she was very soon very wet. Her fur clung to her, chilling her to the bone. Most of the other cats not on some form of 'patrol' had retreated inside their dens. Falene closed her eyes, trying to ignore the rain. Though it wasn't working, she was able to imagine herself in the rain as human, the way she was supposed to be.

"What are you doing out in the rain?" A cat scoffed, and when she looked up, it was none other than Jaypaw. She had heard the kits mention that Jaypaw was blind, but the way he stared at her made her wonder.

"I'm laying down." She stated. Jaypaw gave her a 'no duh' look. Well, the cat equivalent.

"Come on. Wouldn't want you getting sick and taking up more Clan resources." He turned and began walking into the den. After a moment of thought, Falene followed.

"I didn't ask for your help, you know." She shook her coat free of water. Didn't ask to be turned into a cat either.

"And I didn't tell Leafpool to help you." Falene's ears flicked off a drop of water as she rolled her eyes. "There's a spare nest over there." Jaypaw pointed with his tail, and Falene tried to ignore that pointing was an interspecies action.

"Whatever." She climbed into the nest, being sure not to circle at all. She closed her eyes immediately.

There was something about Jaypaw that unnerved her. There was something… something that set him apart from the other cats of 'ThunderClan'. Oh no, she still hated him as much as the rest of him, but simply from an observational standpoint. And she wasn't talking about him being blind.

She shook her head. It was probably just an aftereffect of the whole species-change thing.

She was surprised at how quickly her coat was drying. If she had been human, it would have taken her twice as long for only half as dry… What was she thinking? If she was human, she wouldn't have been in the rain in the first place!

She sighed, willing her thoughts to let her sleep. The steady patter of rain acting as a lullaby, she quickly fell into unconsciousness.

So, if you didn't notice, this story is being told by a mysterious unknown cat to two kits, Loudkit and Whisperkit. Also, a quarter moon is a week. (I had to look that one up myself, embarrassingly.)

Review, and if you have any guesses on the narrator cat, you should tell me! It's like, really super hard! (Not.)