Waking up was very very slow and a little bit painful. Her eyes burned, and her throat felt as dry as a desert. She tried to stand to her feet - er - paws - but soon found herself collapsing back to the ground, her paws pinned beneath her.
Miyo hissed under her breath, cursing her stubborn paws for not obeying. Why do I feel so drained? And why is everything so foggy? Where am I? What was I doing before I woke up? Miyo - or Tarō - right now since she was currently in her feline form - was at that very moment currently trying to put all of the puzzle pieces together in her brain.
But she came up empty pawed.
"Ugh! Gosh dang it!" The white-furred feline growled, narrowing her icy-blue eyes into slits. "What on Earth is wrong with me?"
Her near-silent conversation to herself were abruptly halted upon hearing another voice ring out from somewhere close by.
"Ah, I'm very glad to see that you've finally women up."
Tarō whipped her head around and came face-to-face with a somewhat large (Well larger then her anyway) muddy-brown tabby tom looking down at her with a pool of emotions flashing in his bright, sun-colored yellow eyes.
"W-Who are you?" she managed to choke out once she had regained the ability to speak. "And where am I?"
The mud-colored tom blinked a couple times before quickly shaking his head and giving the white-furred she-cat a small smile.
"My name is Mudfur," he mewed proudly, a bit louder then what Tarō was expecting. "I'm RiverClan's one and only medicine cat."
Tarō blinked up at him, her blue eyes shimmering with confusion. "A what?" she asked, clearing her throat and shaking out her fur.
Mudfur let out a long and heavy sigh, flicking his tail from left to right as he eyed the snowy-white apprentice-aged she-cat, who was staring up at him with wide glacier-blue eyes.
"I will answer all of your questions little one. But first, may I ask you what you name is?"
Tarō smiled sweetly up at Mudfur. "My is is Tarō." She meowed, hesitating a bit at first before speaking up again. "It's a Japanese name."
"A what name?" Mudfur was now staring at her with utter confusion written plainly on his face. "What is this 'Japanese' thing you speak of?"
"It's the language people speak in japan." She replied simply, rolling her eyes and giving him a look that said 'Are you stupid or something?'
Mudfur had just opened his mouth to speak when another voice spoke first, making both cats turn to face the owner of the voice.
"I see that our little friend has finally woken up."
Mudfur nodded his head in response to the other tom's observation. "Yes she has, Oakheart." He responded curtly, dipping his head slightly.
Oakheart purred and turned his attention away from Mudfur and onto Tarō.
"What is your name, young one?" he asked her, a curious expression forming on his face as he stared at her.
Tarō purred softly and looked up at the red-brown tom. "My name is Tarō." She meowed proudly, puffing her chest out and curling her tail around her back paws.
"Hm... that's a very unusual name. And if my brother, Crookedstar, the leader of RiverClan, chooses to accept you into our Clan as a new apprentice: you will be introduced to the rest of the Clan and will be receiving a new name chosen by my brother, and with the approval of StarClan too, of course." The RiverClan's neon yellow eyes gleamed with merth at the utterly baffled expression that now seemed to be a permanent fixture on her furry white face. Tarō blinked in confusion at that.
"Huh? Wait, what? Did you say "I'll be given a new name?" What in in the Island of Cats do you mean by that, Mr RiverClan deputy?" she asked him, not quite understanding what Oakheart was talking about. "A new name? But why? Is there something wrong with the name I was given back in Japan? Is that it? Is it?" a low growl vibrated in the back of her throat, her ice-blue cat-like eyes narrowed into little angry slits, and her thorn-sharp, deadly-killer claws unsheathed from underneather her snow-white paws faster than a bolt of lightning as if in response to her rapidly growing annoyance and irritation at how much this messed-up life of hers was that always seems to be the one who fate chose to screw around with whenever it pleased.
The very thiyght of ianother person - er - well - cat - in this case - made her blood boil inside gher tinny, furry, little, and very adorable cat body. It really rubbed her fye the wrong way her whwn she thought of how fate strung her along like helpless puppet just to make other people (Except for her) happy: just like it usually did when she was involved, and also the times when she wasn't involved in the slightest. The world was cruel that way! It was pretty obvious to Miyo that her whole entire life was planed out that way just for the simple fact in question being that the world really seemed to love gettig a a kick out of screwing with the life of a mentally-broken 13-year-old junior high student.
One young teenager in question who is nor in Japan were she should be! And is instead in a weird-looking forset with a bunch of freeky wild cats trying to mold her into what they wanted her to be as a so-called "New Apprentice" of RiverClan, or whatever in the name of Cat Island they call themselves. And it was really starting to make her claws tingle and her neck fur rise up in a means of defense.
But, also, if she were being totally honest with herself, she was kinda a little angry that theses cats (Mind you! Cats of whom she's never met before in her life) were now telling her that if she wanted to sat here - she would have to have her named changed before she was truly accepted into this strange group of wild forest cats.a