A/N: Okay, figured I may as well get this up, considering the Warriors fandom goes way faster than Wicked. So, if you're confused about Wicked, the only thing that isn't explained now is who Glinda and Elphaba are. This'll now take place in Warriors, and the only time a whole lot of Wicked is mentioned is when it's Glinda or Elphaba's POV.
Wicked Meets Warriors: Chapter Two"'Okay, follow me, then'…"
Glinda and Elphaba had no choice but to follow Firestar through the woods. They did their best to keep up, but he was fast!
"Fire—star—wait—up!" Glinda panted.
Firestar paused for a second. "Keep up!" he mewed and turned and continued the trek through the undergrowth.
Glinda would've groaned—if she were still a person, that is. Instead, she scrambled after Elphaba.
They came to a gorse tunnel that opened up to a clearing full of cats. Glinda marveled at how she could tell almost how many cats there were, just by scent!
While she was distracted, she didn't realize that Firestar had leapt onto a large rock. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here below the Highrock for a Clan meeting," he called into the clearing. Immediately, cats of all sizes came out of little notches, dens, Glinda guessed, and came gathered below the Highrock.
The Clan noticed the two strange cats sitting next to the Highrock. Most of them hissed at Elphaba, and it was apparent that they were wary of her green fur.
"Silence," Firestar meowed. "These cats are our guests for the night. They aren't here to harm us. StarClan said to be welcoming to strangers."
"Did StarClan say to welcome two mouths to feed, with food supply growing short?" a dark brown tabby called.
The news unsettled Glinda, and her fur stood up on its own accord.
"Well, Dustpelt, we'll have to make due until we've heard their story," Firestar replied. "Until then, I expect you to treat them with respect." He turned to Glinda and Elphaba. "You two, meet me in my den." He jumped down and went into a small cave with lichen surrounding the opening. Elphaba glared back at the Clan, who hadn't stopped staring, and walked into Firestar's den, tail and head held high. After a moment's hesitation, Glinda followed.
The den was darker then Glinda thought, and after she blinked a few times, her new cat's eyes adjusted. It was plainer than she expected, with a sandy floor and a pile of moss in the corner for bedding. But, what was she expecting? Oz's Best brand catnip? She had to remind herself that they were in the woods.
"Now," began Firestar, "where did you say you came from, again?"
"The Land of Oz," responded Elphaba. "A group of witch hunters was coming to Kiamo Ko, the castle where I had taken residence, and Glinda here wanted me to try one last spell from the Grimmerie and so I did. I found a transportation spell to take you were you were needed most. I casted it, and here we are."
"And why were you being hunted?" Firestar seemed to be tackling their story bit-by-bit.
"For standing up for what I thought was right," she replied with a trace of a growl in her voice.
"And what was that?" His utter calmness was getting on Glinda's nerves.
"That Animals should be seen and heard." Glinda remembered the words on Doctor Dillamond's chalkboard, "Animals Should Be Seen And Not Heard."
"Animals? Like foxes and badgers, too?" He clearly doesn't know what we're talking about, thought Glinda.
"Yes, Foxes, Tigers, and all other Animals!" A pause. "Well, animals can talk in Oz, and our stupid Wizard was stripping them of their rites and making it so that they couldn't talk anymore," Elphaba explained.
"I see. So, the Wizard is evil?" Firestar asked.
"Evil? He's the worst of them all!" she exclaimed. "And they call me Wicked," she added.
"So, this Oz thinks you're evil, and the Wizard is good, only you're good, and the Wizard is evil?" he mewed.
"Yes!" Elphaba lit up at the fact that someone believed her. "Is that all?"
"Not quite." He turned to Glinda. "How do you fit into all of this?"
"Me? To the Ozians, I'm Glinda the Good. I was with Elphi—Elphaba when she found out that the Wizard was a fake. I'm her best friend. Only, Oz doesn't know that. To them, Elphaba Thropp is the Wicked Witch of the West, and Galinda Upland, of the Upper Uplands is Glinda the Good." She tried to impress Firestar with their titles. It didn't matter, though, because Firestar didn't know how rich people from the Uplands were.
"I see. Well, then. You can sleep in the warriors' den. Head over to the medicine cats' den. It's over in the back, by the nursery. See if you can help them."
"Yes, sir!" Glinda ran out of Firestar's den and went to look for the medicine cat den. Her bluish fur practically glowed in the afternoon sun. If only Fiyero could see how she looked now. She could almost feel his eyes on her… Wait just a clock-tick, there was someone staring at her! She whirled around to come face-to-face with the brown tom that'd spoken out before—what did Firestar call him? Dustpelt?
"What?" Glinda asked him.
"Nothing, it's just… you and your friend are different," he mewed. "I can tell."
Glinda would've told him off, that is, if she didn't think she'd have to be in the same den as him. "Look, if you're just going to keep staring at me, you may as well help me find the medicine cat den."
"Follow me," he mewled and ran off in the direction Glinda had been heading.
They passed a den covered with a lot of ferns, and pitiful meows were coming from within. So that must be the nursery, Glinda thought.
Dustpelt lead her to a separate clearing, where two cats were scurrying around with leaves in their mouths. One was dark gray, and seemed to be limping; the other was a small tortoiseshell.
"Thanks. I'm fine from here," Glinda said to Dustpelt. "Just, could you find Elphi—Elphaba for me?"
"You mean the green she-cat? Ugh, fine." He ran off.
"Um… hi," Glinda said to the medicine cats. "F-Firestar asked me to come help you."
"And you are—?" the gray she-cat spoke up.
"Glinda Upland. Um… me and my friend Elphaba came here from Oz," she explained somewhat awkwardly.
"Oh, you're the ones Firestar was talking about at the meeting. My name's Cinderpelt, and this is my apprentice Leafpaw," Cinderpelt said.
"Hi," Leafpaw mewed.
"Is there anything you need help with? I don't really know what to do," Glinda said.
"Yes, we need to go out and gather some marigold leaves. You can help us," Cinderpelt answered.
"Okay, but, well, you see, Elphaba's supposed to help us. Only, I don't know where she went. Did she come by here?" she asked.
"Oh, you mean the green cat. No, she didn't. I haven't seen her since she went into Firestar's den with you."
A/N: Cliffhanger! (To the non-existent readers…) Okay, things to look foreword to in the next chapter:
1. What happened to Elphaba.
2. Messages from StarClan
3. Less Wicked-related-ness!