Switcharoo Pokemon Warriors

Shadowclan: Things turn for the worst

POUNCE! I caught another one. The limp body dangled from my jaws. This one seems really plump. The flavors seemed endless.

"Well done Brightpaw." My mentor Dawneyes complimented. "This should be enough, let's head back." I nod then head towards the little pile of prey I saved up on. "Grab them by the tail like this." She swooped a couple up. "It'll be easier to carry." I picked up the last of them, a lizard, two mice and a little snake. Who knew I would grow so accustom to them. They taste so good!

My mentor is so kind and gentle, I'm really glad. We entered our camp clearing and placed our fresh food on the pile. It's been two days since I was apprenticed and it's been three days since I've been a… cat.

"You cat eat if you want." She instructed. "I'll be with Blackstar if you need me." She said in a bubbly tone. I smiled and nodded. I looked over the pile again. I love the taste of mouse more than a snake or a lizard. Before I could reach over to one, someone scooped it up.

"Hey, I was going for that." I looked back toward him. He was already near the nursery entrance. Humph. I looked across the pile again. No more mice. "Well," I glanced back at the nursery again. "I'm not really that hungry." I skirted away from the food and made my way toward the nursery.

"Thank you Shadowpaw. Look kits, something nice and soft." Snowbird's kits pounced at the dead meat.

"ROAR! I'm a Lionclan cat!" One of them squeaked. "This prey is mine!"

"Well I'm Tigerclan then! HISS." The two jumped at each other play fighting. I smiled at them. They are so cute!

"Oh, Brightki- I mean Brightpaw! Hi!" One of them ceased fight and directed attention to me.

"Oh, hey." I grinned, I forgot they're names!

"Come here and eat the food Shadowpaw most graciously brought to you." The two of them ran back to the little mouse that lay next to their mother and started eating it.

"It's good to see you visit, Brightpaw."

"Good to see you too, Snowbird." I smiled.

"I'll be leaving." I didn't even know he was still here! His black fur really blends well.

"Thanks again, Shadowpaw." He bowed his head then exited.

"Bye kits, bye Snowbird." I waved my tail at them.

"We won't be kits for long!" One piped up as they tumbled at my feet.

"We'll be training before you know it." They smiled giddily till one batted the other on the ear. "But I'll be the better apprentice!" He challenged.

"Over my dead body!" She countered. They soon started tumbling and rolling around swiping each other lightly and laughing in the process.

"If you two will fight, do it outside." Their mother dismissed them. I helped shoo them outdoors as they continued their little quarrel only to be distracted by a passing butterfly. "Thanks." The snow white queen slumped into her bedding. "Those two get rowdier by the day."

"Kids, what will you do with them?" I left with a renewed hunger. I went toward the fresh-kill pile again. Lizards are better than frogs. I lifted a medium sized reptilian off the top then trotted toward the apprentice den to find Paul sleeping in his nest. He gets so tired easily. I laid down next to him and started eating. It's so peaceful. And he does kinda look cute as a cat. My mind wanders around thinking of the situation more.

"Brightpaw, just the cat I was looking for." Littlecloud, the clan's medicine cat, called me out. I followed him out to the medicine cat's den. "Brightpaw, I've been meaning to ask you. Have you come to a decision?"

"About what again?" I asked.

"The choice to become my apprentice." I stepped back hesitantly. I forgot about that entirely! I guess I've been too caught up in my training I forgot to think about that more.

"It's alright if you haven't." He said kindly. "But, I do hope Starclan comes to you." Starclan… Do they really have the answers? "Please come to me if anything happens." I just nodded absently as I was dismissed. Does Starclan know why I'm here, or why Paul's here? Or even what we are. We're cats from a completely different world.

"Hey, you." I lift my head up finally taking in where I am. I'm in the apprentice's den next to Paul. "What are you moping about again?" He hissed in my ear. I backed away surprised.

"Uh, nothing that really matters." I turned my head knowing my face was heating up all of a sudden, just by how close his fur was to mine. Here comes the same question I've been asking over and over! Why do I feel like this? It's not like I have any relation to him at all. Well I have fur so I don't think he can see.

I gaze back at him. His eyes were distant to something else. Paul was still an apprentice like me, but he looked larger and stronger, like the older cats. His fur was long and fluffy unlike my smooth, silky fur. "Hey Paul," I broke the silence. "How long have you been a cat?"

"Five days." He replied then turned away from looking around.

"Don't you find it strange that we don't really know much of this world or even how we got here?" He surely must feel some awkwardness of not knowing something.

"No." He replied then laid his head down.

"Not even a little?" I pressed on. "You must have felt confused, or even a little flustered."

"At first and at how I got here, but… Great, I'm opening up to you." He finished.

"And that's a bad thing how?" I glared at him, but lightened up. "Well, are you at least keeping up with their traditions and way of living? I forgot to do my 'chores' and they just tore me up."

"Go figure, you would forgot that, that's not really a surprise on my part." He slumped onto his side facing away from me. Grrr… now I know why my face gets hot, it's annoyance! I swiped his ear with my claws sheathed.

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you." He pined me down before I could even reply. A smirk was creeping on his face. "Ha, you should see your face, you troublesome girl. If I knew you wouldn't defend I wouldn't have done it." He slumped back into his side position this time facing me.

"Wha?" I got up and shook off all the bedding that stuck to my fur. "You would have done it if I lost a claw." I laid down again. "How was I suppose to know you were going to tackle me?"

"Serves you right for not paying attention." He flopped over to his other side.

"Hey, you lazy lovebirds, come over here! We're out to train a little." My mentor Dawneyes stood at the entrance of the apprentice's den.

"What?! Uh, coming!" I got up abruptly and ran towards her. I looked back at Paul. His head was lifted up slightly then thumped back down.

"You too, lazy." She called to him. He curled his spine then got up and followed us out.

"We'll train with your mentor, Shadowpaw." Dawneyes stated to him. "Hmmm, I wonder if he's around." She surveyed the clearing, but he wasn't anywhere around. "Maybe he's out on a patrol or something. Come on, we'll go find a training area."

A/N There wasn't any specific training area for any clan except Thunderclan…

She led us to a small clearing where the grass was flattened and filled with yellow pine needles. If I do remember, Dawneyes said it was Leaffall now. So I guess it's fall. "Ok, Brightpaw, I'll teach you some of the basic stuff."

Me and Dawneyes stood across from each other on the clearing. "This is…"

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I collapsed onto the ground. We've been training for hours nonstop. I don't think my muscles can take much more! I learned the front paw strike and a front paw blow, there is a difference, I also learned a back-kick and a belly rake.

"This.. Wheeze… Is tiring!" I can't feel my paws.

"Quit complaining." Paul growled. "We've only been training for half an hour." Less than an hour?! It must have been more!

"You learn fast." My mentor praised. "But you did kinda over exert yourself." She held back a giggle. "Let's head back."

"Sure." I breath heaving myself up. We trot back to the camp. "You were right about the metabolism thing." I try to converse with Paul. He ignored me. "Humph." I walk ahead.

"You can go to the fresh kill pile." She walks over to the over to a small group of cats that were sharing tongues.

"Hey, Paul." I catch up to him. "Umm, do you think it would be better if I became a medicine cat?" If I had fingers I would rather twiddle my thumbs.

"Why should I decide?" He muffles his voice with a lizard in his jaws. I grab another lizard. He trots away from me and toward the elder's den. Oh, that's right! That's one of the chores. I run over as well with a frog between my teeth.

"Well it's about time." One of them starts devouring his share. Ugh, is there anything called manners?

"Always so rude, thank you." She thanks us. Paul bows respectively then leaves.

"Hey, wait up." I wave with my tail goodbye then follow Paul back to the fresh-kill pile. He already had a crow in his mouth when he looked up. His eye met mine and they didn't seem to be in a good mood. I whipped back to the fresh-kill pile. Nothing really seemed appetizing at the moment. I looked up again and saw Paul heading back to the den. I bounded along inside back to our little nest.

"Would you stop following me?" He growled. He tore apart a wing. I hesitated but sat down. "Don't you have anyone else to bother?" He snarled and glared. His menacing act is actually very easy to get use to.

"Nope." I laid down.

"How about you play with all those other prissy girls." He devoured a leg and nodded toward a little huddle near the fresh-kill pile. I glanced up at them. Their glares made me shudder. What do they have against me?

"No thanks." I lay my head down.

"They're mad at you because you're near me, idiot." Great, I'm going to be torn apart by a pack of fangirls. I didn't even know there were fangirls in this world! He finished off his bird then discarded the bones and whatever was left. I glanced up at him. He wasn't bloody like I'd expected from devouring a non-cooked bird. He had a nice completion for a cat, only his whiskers had a little meat on it.

"You have a little something." I pointed to my own whiskers. He twitched his whiskers then used his paw and swished at it. He did that thing Meowth did when they thought they had something on their. He smoothed down his head with his paw. Aww! He looks like a cute Glameow! I giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" He snarled.

"You're so cute!" I laughed when he tried to swipe my head. I dodged clumsily but fell backwards when he pummeled me.

"Here's a good thing about being a cat." He smirked. "You can't blame me for taking you down. You just have a very weak defense." I growled, but I couldn't get out from under his paws. "What is you're problem?" He scoffed then released me.

"Well, you're stronger than me." I shake the pine needles off again.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to slack off. Someone bigger and stronger than me will attack you some day and you won't be able to fight back." I hung my head. But I don't like fighting. He sighed. "Do you know why they train us to fight?"

"Like you would know."

"We might have-" Paul was suddenly cut off from a loud yowl. We walked out of the den toward the center of the clearing. Paul's eyes widened. His mentor, Coalfur, was heard behind the crowd. We worked our way to the front. The coal colored fur he was known for was soaked in blood. He had fear filling his eyes.