Transformations and escape
(I still do not own the warriors series and am not planning on doing so anytime soon!)
The next morning, Twopaw awoke before any of the cats in SunClan. Even Redpaw was still asleep. She walked over to Sharppaw, prodding her awake. "Sharppaw," she hissed, "Wake up, everyone else is still asleep, and we can get away!" Immediately, Sharppaw rolled to her feet. Twopaw led her over to the camp's entrance.
'If we're lucky, we'll even beat the dawn patrol,' Thought Twopaw. As you can probably guess, they were not lucky. It was true that the dawn patrol was not yet up, but it wasn't true that they were alone. Redpaw had heard the two get up, and had followed them silently to the camp entrance. When they took off running through SunClan's territory a few moments later, he followed them, and they noticed.
"Twopaw," Sharppaw gasped, "I think we're being followed!" Twopaw looked back.
"It's only Redpaw," she replied, "But I don't think we can outrun him!" It was true. The gap between them was closing fast. Twopaw closed her eyes, thinking desperately, 'if only there was a way to escape from his territory, but RainClan territory and FireClan territory are a long way away, and the only place near here is Twoleg place..'
"Sharppaw," she gasped, "I think I know a way to outrun Redpaw! Tornstar said we turned into cats, but we used to be Twolegs! If we can do it again, now, we can run into the Twoleg place just ahead!"
Sharppaw's eyes were wide with fear. "But what if we can't turn back into cats again? I don't want to be a twoleg forever!"
"We don't have a choice," said Twopaw between agonized breaths, it was getting harder to run. "If Tornstar finds out we escaped, he'll kill us for sure!"
"Ok," Said Sharppaw. And then, running side by side, they focused hard on Twolegs. Twolegs walking their dogs, twolegs sitting in their nests, watching those funny metal boxes, Twolegs of every sort.
Suddenly Twopaw tripped over her own feet. She opened her eyes, which had been closed up until now, and gasped. She wasn't a cat anymore. She was a twoleg. Sprawled out next to her on the ground was Sharppaw, who looked completely different. She was wearing White cloth across her belly, back and front legs (arms, she somehow knew) and blue cloth around her legs, with shoes on her paws (no, not paws, feet.)
Twopaw looked down at herself and saw an identical outfit. In fact, she and Sharppaw looked identical in every way, except that the fur on Sharppaw's head (hair?) was long, and deep black like her pelt had been, and Twopaw's was short and brown. They got up and walked (it was surprisingly easy with just two legs.) into the twoleg place (town) In front of them lay a cat's body, the fur as red as the blood that decorated it.
Nearby was a big Twoleg man holding a long metal stick. A gun. "Is this your cat?" the man asked.
"Um, no," Sharppaw answered, just as Twopaw said,
"Yes." The man looked at them strangely, but did not ask any other questions.
"Sorry I had to shoot it, this is private property, you know." Twopaw didn't understand what the man was talking about. She understood the words that were coming from his mouth, but she didn't understand why they were.
Whew! New chapter! That one was fun to write. Also, this is your last chapter to figure out what the prophecies in the last chapter mean, if not enough people do, I'll make them up my self. Lastly, I know that Twopaw and Sharppaw should only be about a year old, but that would make it kind of hard to write..