۞ This is based off another fanfic my friend read, than made me read. I have no idea of who the original was by, but if you read this, and object, say so, and I'll take it off. :3 ۞

When she woke, she spazzed. Literally, she jumped about a foot in the air. Considering Sam wasn't exactly the most athletic out there, this puzzled her. Blinking around at her surroundings, the noticed that her senses were far more acute than they had been previously. All around her was a forest, with scents of cats floating around her. There were many cats somewhere to her right. There was the babbling sound of a brook to her left.

Finding that she was in fact thirsty, she headed to her left. Licking her lips reflexively, she jumped again; her rough tongue was not greeted with human things of flesh, but with fur. Confused, she lifted her arm to her face, and found a paw, covered in patched white and grey fur. Narrowing her eyes, she sat back, realizing that she had four legs, and a tail.

All thoughts fled to waking up. This must be some bizarre dream. Maybe her parents had found her, and she had banged up her head on her night stand, and she was in the hospital having some trippy dream 'cause they had given her morphine.

Probably not.

Lifting a furry arm to her jaws, Sam clamped down onto the thin limb. Pain rocketed through her, and she dropped it immediately. She wasn't fond of pain.

Rising once again, Sam began walking towards the brook, marvelling at how she could navigate over the terrain, where she normally would have falling again and again. Two legs were actually very clumsy, compared to having four limbs, and a tail, with which to keep one's balance.

Upon reaching the brook, she swallowed several mouthfuls of the cold, clear liquid. She stuck a paw in, suprised that she didn't feel disgusted that it was touching her body, and soaking her fur. She pulled it out, and sat there, staring aimlessly into the water. She was so preoccupied with her own thoughts, that she forgot to pay attention, and was approached by another cat.

"Number Three-thirty-two, you'd better come with me." She jumped as a masculine voice spoke at her. Jumping for what had to be the third time since she'd arrived, she stared blankly at a silver tabby.

"Huh?" Blankly, Sam blinked at him, ignoring the look of annoyance on his features.

"Just come with me." He sighed, exasperated already, as if she wasn't accustomed to dealing with.. other beings.

Not so easily swayed, Sam still sat there, looking warily at the other cat. "Who are you?"

He hesitated, then answered slowly, as if he didn't think he should share any information with an outsider. "I'm PlotlessStory. NOW will you follow?"

Finding that there wasn't much else to do, Sam rose, pondering what the heck PlotlessStory could be talking about. Or rather, what the heck his parents had been thinking. Why would you name your kit 'Plotless?' That was very dumb.

"You aren't one to judge." Murmured PlotlessStory, reading her thoughts. Sam jumped, more confused as ever. Turning, he smiled wryly at her. "It will become clear in time."

The scent of clan cats thickened, and Sam began to grow mildly nervous. Was she being brought to her death, because she was number Three-Thirty-Two?

"Nope." He continued walking, and ducked under a bush. She followed, eyes widening as the mad rush of a clan became visible. Cats of every shape and size were everywhere. Two who seemed to be in charge sat on a large rock. More cats, all looking about the age of apprentices were clustered about said rock, murmuring to themselves. PlotlessStory nudged her in their direction. "Go join them."

Sam obeyed, and sat next to a tortoiseshell she-cat. The she-cat turned amber eyes on her, which appeared to big for her head. "Hi. I'm..." She paused, as if not remembering her name. "Number Three-forty-Nine. I think." The she-cat looked about as confused as Sam felt, and she took a minute to respond.

"Uh... Three-Thirty-Two.." Sam nodded at her, and retreated into her thoughts again, realizing that she hadn't known her own name since arriving.

"Yeah, me neither.." 349 turned her gaze back up to the rock, as one of the cats began to speak.

"Welcome to Fanclan. I'm Superstar, the leader here. This is my Deputy, Badlywritten." The leader of Fanclan was an reddish-brown tom. His deputy was a decrepit looking tom, whose one ear was completely torn off. He looked about eighty moons, and also like he was going to die at any second. Sam murmured so to 349, and the she-cat giggled.
"Wow. A huge turnout this month. Three-Hundred and Forty-Nine.."

A large tom sprinted into the camp, another cat hanging from his jaws. The tom was huge, and completely black, with very thick fur. It was slicked back, and dripping water, as if he'd jumped into the brook or something. The cat he carried was tiny, only a little older than a kit, it appeared. The kit/apprentice was also dripping.

The tom headed to the mass of apprentices, and set the kit/apprentice down at the edge. It rose, and began to clean itself, unconcerned. "He fell in the river." Said the tom simply, before walking to one of the dens.

A soon as his initial shock cleared, the leader continued speaking. "Three-Hundred and Fifty, then." He amended, before carrying on with his speech.

xP You all hafta wait until next update to see the speech. Ufail. XD Yay Minto and Courtney for naming the Leader.