A/N: Hi! This is Storm here, with my very first crossover! I have read quite a few Percy Jackson/ Warrior cats fanfictions, but it always seems to be that the Percy Jackson characters are turned into cats, but I'm trying it the other way round! Please read and review, and tell me how I'm doing!

Brightcloud0915: Thanks!

8Hollysplash8: Grey's POV is really fun to write! I think my friends probably feel the same way! I'm always using weird long words, and they're just like 'Did you eat a Dictionary?!'

Graystorm11: Don't worry; I am! I have face-desked many times over my characters! Thanks!

Moon Of Dark Night: Thankyou! There will be some more to do with warriors later on, but I can't give out spoilers!

Gracecat: Thankyou! I'm not really good enough for professional writing though!

Elle's POV

Well life is embarrassing. If you thought being stabbed in the arm by a tree and then asking your best friend if their brother is a nymph as embarrassing, try being marched across the middle of Camp Half-Blood by two severely annoyed Stoll brothers. That is embarrassing.

Let's just say they were less than pleased when I walked back into the cabin the previous night with my arm sliced open and dripping blood everywhere. Like, "How dare that child of Hades scum do that" less than pleased. So the next morning, they practically dragged me out of bed, then, ignoring my protests, half walked half dragged me across camp, a look of overprotective fury in their gazes.

"Can I just go back to bed?" The complaint caused both Travis and Connor to snap their heads around, and the twins spoke in synchrony, voices filled with scolding.

"No." Letting out an irritated whine, I flopped backwards, no longer caring whether anyone thought I was completely insane. The Stoll brothers marched me all the way up to the Hecate cabin, a looming structure that emitted an aura of power and mystery that was both intriguing, dragging me in with invisible claws, and foreboding, warning me away. Seeing me flinch backwards from the cabin, Travis and Connor flashed me a reassuring smile, although their eyes were filled with mocking. Twitching my nose in annoyance, I waited as the sons of Hermes knocked loudly on the door, the sound resonating in deep echoes. There was no answer, but the twins waited patiently, whispering in quiet conversation.

"When they come in, I want you to use a binding charm on their legs, got it?" eyes widening, I tilted my head towards the cabin as a faint voice drifted out. Waving my hand in a silencing motion, I strained forwards, seeking more traces of sound.

"…Then you make them dance." The finality of the tone to the sentence I heard suggested that they were about to carry out their plan, and whatever it was, it seemed to be aimed at me, Travis and Connor.

"Guys!" I whispered urgently, and the brown-haired boys looked over their shoulder at the door and leant over.

"What?"

"They're planning to put some sort of curse on us when we get into the door. I heard them." Looking at one another, I could tell that the Stoll's were surprized. "Y-you couldn't hear them too?" as they shook their heads, I cursed inwardly. Another way to be weird… way to go Elle… Hearing a louder voice from behind me, I whirled around, a grin forming onto my face as the door creaked open, and I switched into hyper-speed, lurching forwards, everything slowing around me, a feeling of being alive spreading over me as I raced forwards, feeling the air rush past my face as I ran towards the camper at the centre of the cabin, who was obviously the head councillor, and reached out with a hand, prepared to take her down.

Then the world seemed to move.

Everything around me shifted, the colours melting down and merging back together until I was standing on a barren moorland, knife in my hand, a rabbit charging out before me, kicking up dust and grass into the air. The first thought that snapped into my mind: Prey. Breaking into a sprint, I hurled myself forwards, and, as the time felt right, let the knife spin from my hand and sail in a spiralling arch, the blade reflecting the sunlight as it spun, skimming past the rabbit's head and burying itself in the ground.

"What the Hades are you doing!" the call dragged me back into reality, and I saw the Moorland collapse around me, melting back into the walls and darkness of the Hecate cabin. Gaze snapping back into focus, I saw the Head councillor, pressed up against the wall, my dagger embedded only centimetres from her head, a wild look of fear in her eyes. My remaining dagger was still clutched in my hand, raised in anger. Stepping backwards, I coughed awkwardly and sheathed my dagger, diverting my gaze towards the ground as the Hecate camper detached herself from the wall and walked over to Travis and Connor, who looked away apologetically.

"Lou, I honestly don't know what came over her…" I half expected the camper to reply scathingly, but instead, she nodded, a look of acceptance in her vivid green eyes.

"I could see that she wasn't exactly conscious of what she was doing," the dark-haired girl turned back to me, her eyes unsettling. "What exactly were you seeing?" embarrassment rose up inside of me, and I cast my gaze to the side.

"I-I was chasing a rabbit…" A flush of colour rose to my face as laughs erupted around the cabin, the children of Hecate looking towards me in amusement. Lou laughed and tried to catch my gaze, her eyes almost hypnotizing.

"You must really hate rabbits." She commented, before turning back to the Stolls in curiosity. "Was there something you wanted?" Travis nodded towards me, gesturing to the gash down my arm.

"We were wondering if you could help us cast a spell; a curse of some sorts." The mention of magic sent a ripple of excited conversation sweeping over the campers , and Lou smiled eagerly.

"Who do you want to curse?"

The magic worked like a dream.

We managed to creep up on the unsuspecting Nico Di Angelo, Throw some magic stuff in his face, then ran. He was clearly less than pleased, as, during lunch, he stalked over to my, fury lit in his eyes, hands clenched into fists by his side, followed by a long, running commentary of what he was standing on. I knew he was coming, because all I heard was 'stone, stone, stone, stone ,pizza, stone, stone' Echoing out over the pavilion, and the crazy laughing of most of the campers. Stifling a giggle of my own, I looked questioningly towards the son of Hades, and flashed him a crooked grin.

"Oh, hi! Did you want something?" I tried to force as much innocence as I could into my voice, then smirked inwardly as I saw the fury in his gaze.

"Yes, I do want something. I want you to take this stupid curse off me now!" as if to prove a point, a loud, heavily accented, bodiless voice proclaimed simply: Stone. Forcing down my laughter, I leant casually backwards against the table, and examined my nails pointedly, speaking without meeting his eyes.

"Sorry, no can do!" Looking up, I met the obsidian darkness of his eyes, and smirked. "Although if you try levitating, it may shut up." Nico seemed to shake with anger, and opened his mouth to speak, but, enjoyment bubbling up inside me, I cut him off by adding in a contemplating tone, "Oh, wait a second…" I sat, waiting for a second, gaze cast towards the sky in a thoughtful expression, then directed my line of sight back to Nico's. "You aren't powerful enough to do that." A whistle sounded from behind me, and a ripple of conversation, low and hushed, swept the pavilion, and I ignored the fact that everyone was watching, speaking again, a bored intonation to my speech.

"Are you still here?" I questioned. "Seriously, you're going to give me cataracts from all the darkness around you." I could see the flicker of desperation in the son of Hades' eyes as he searched for a suitable comeback, but he seemed devoid of all sarcasm, and drew his sword, pointing it in my face. Leaning back, I raised one eyebrow.

Is that the best you can come up with?

"Shut up, or I'll impale you." He hissed, and, forcing down the fear that had started to build up from the intensity of the rage in Nico's eyes, and I leaned in, pushing the blade away from me.

"I'd like to see you try." Snatching his sword back, Nico narrowed his eyes in a death glare and whirled around, stalking away, the shadows around him seeming to lean inwards, attracted to his anger.

The exit would have been dramatic if not for the constant 'Stone, Stone, Stone, Grass, Grass, Flower.' Following him. Turning back to my lunch, I shot a glare at the campers, who were watching me with the typical 'wow, you're insane' look.

"What?!" I will admit that I put a bit too much venom into the word, and ended up sending everyone within a metre radius of me shuffling out of arms reach. Rolling my, eyes, I went back to my food, shooting a glance over to where the shadows were just falling back into place from Nico's not-so-dramatic exit, and whispered silently inside of my head.

And the war begins, Death Breath.

A/N: Did you like this chapter? The idea for the 'Stone, Stone, Stone' thing was from my brother, Storm-eyes-Penguin, and I kind of imagined it as the google translate voice! I don't know about anywhere else, but in the UK anyway it has this really annoying, computer made voice, and it's just… blegh! Anyway, review!

Storm