I'm taking the 100 Tales Challenge by Frostfoot-Dreamleaf! Since this is a race, I'm not going to name reviewers or anything, or have any introduction words most of the time. These stories will be about a Warriors series that I'm writing outside of Fanfiction, called Wild Shadows. About a cat named Wildshadow. Duh. It seems mysterious at first, but I hope I'll be able to reveal more things later...anyway, here's the first one...BEGINNING! Oh, one more thing. These people are kind of...religious, so don't get mad at me and start screaming, "I'M AN ATHEIST!" or something. I warned you.

"Are you sure we should do this?" Spottedleaf murmured.

"How will we ever know if it works if we don't try?" Bluestar argued.

Spottedleaf dipped her head in defeat.

The two she-cats waited for what seemed like moons. Finally, the starry shapes of two Twolegs started to walk up to them.

"I hope everything I've studied pays off," Spottedleaf hissed to herself.

Bluestar stood, swishing her tail. "Hello," she meowed kindly. "You must be Brittany and Bethany."

The older one, a female, just gaped in shock. The younger one, another female, stared about in wonder.

"Where are we?" she asked. Then she shook her head. "My name's Bethany, and this is my older sister, Brittany."

"Why are we here?" Brittany demanded. "Why are you all...starry?"

Spottedleaf knew this would be the hardest part. "My dears..." she started. "You have died."

Bethany's eyes widened. She clutched wildly at Brittany. "We...we can't be dead!" she wailed. "I'm only twelve! I still had, like, eighty years to live!"

Brittany hugged her protectively. "God calls us when he calls us," she said firmly.

What the Twolegs called tears started streaming down both of their furless faces.

Brittany seemed to ponder something for a moment, then said suspiciously, "If we're dead, why aren't we going to God? Why are we talking to two cat?"

Bluestar dipped her head. "I cannot understand your belief in higher beings," she meowed regally, "but we have come with an offer."

The two crying Twolegs froze.

"We want to try and reincarnate you into a cat.

The Twolegs were silent. Then Bethany asked excitedly, "How does it work?"

"Alas, it comes with a problem," Spottedleaf broke in. "Your Twoleg spirit has to take hold in the cat's body. If it does not, then your spirit will be forced to walk the earth forever."

Brittany flinched. But Bethany stood taller, still gasping with sobs, and said, "God would never let that happen."

"Yes, yes," Bluestar meowed impatiently. "Now, we must do this quickly, before the sun goes down on Earth. This will only work with the newly dead. Now, do you want to try, or not?"

Something seemed to pass between the two sisters. Wordlessly, they nodded.

"Alright then," Bluestar meowed.

"Wait," Bethany said suddenly.

"What?" Bluestar mewed irritably.

Bethany gulped. "I just...I just want to know how we died."

Bluestar snorted.

"I think you know, Beth," Brittany said.

Bethany nodded. "There was that man...with the gun..."

"Quickly," Spottedleaf urged.

"Okay," Bluestar meowed. "First, we must make up your form."

"Can we choose?" Bethany said, starting to cheer up a bit.

"No," Bluestar mewed. "We make its form from what you already are."

"What about color?" Bethany pressed.

"We chose that randomly," Bluestar meowed. "Now, for Brittany..."

An image appeared, surrounded by little stars. Brittany gasped. It was a pure white she-cat with glistening green eyes. It had a sturdy, muscular build.

"I...I love it," Brittany breathed.

Bluestar said nothing more to her. "This is for Bethany."

Another starry form appeared. It was a flame-colored she-cat, with eyes of all shades of greens, blues, and grays. It had a ganglier and slimmer build.

"Just like me," Bethany said contentedly.

"Hardly," Brittany said sarcastically. "It's much more normal-looking."

Bethany kicked her.

"Now," Bluestar continued, "Brittany shall be going to the Tribe of Smoldering Embers."

"What do you mean, 'Brittany'?" Brittany asked cautiously. "You mean, we aren't going to be together?"

Bluestar shook her head. "No. If all goes well, you won't ever see each other, remember you're siblings, or remember your past life. You'll be a normal cat."

Bethany dropped her head in despair.

"The sun is setting!" Spottedleaf urged.

Bluestar coughed. "Yes. Brittany is going to the Tribe of Smoldering Embers, with the name Glistening Snow. And Bethany will live in ShadowClan with the name Wildshadow."

"She'd only be Wildpaw right now," Spottedleaf warned.

"Now," Bluestar meowed briskly, "time to put your spirit in your new bodies."

Brittany and Bethany hugged each other tightly, then separated.

"Goodbye, Britt," Bethany whispered.

"Bye, Beth," Brittany murmured.

"Okay, now," Bluestar meowed. "Spottedleaf, you know the procedure."

"Yes." Spottedleaf stepped forward. "Your spirit must take hold in the body. Otherwise...bad things. Now, all you have to do is touch your cat-form, and your spirit should be transferred."

Brittany stepped in front of her glimmering white cat. Bethany stepped up to her blazing ginger cat.

"Now, touch!" Bluestar yowled.

Brittany and Bethany held out their hands and plunged them into their starry cat-form. Excruciating pain shot through each of their bodies, but they found that they couldn't scream.

"Is it working?" Bluestar demanded.

Spottedleaf studied the two rigid Twolegs. "I think so," she meowed slowly.

Spottedleaf and Bluestar moved away, to the pool where they could look down on the earth below. "Are we at the Tribe's camp?" Bluestar asked.

"Yes," Spottedleaf replied, looking down at the crags of what was called a volcano. Hot, liquid fire-stuff shot out of the top of volcanoes. Spottedleaf and Bluestar watched the Tribe bustle about, going to the base to catch food and making sure troublesome kits didn't tumble down the sides.

"They're nearly there," Spottedleaf mumbled, glancing back at the two Twolegs. Then she gasped.

"What is it?" Bluestar asked sharply.

"Something's wrong," Spottedleaf meowed, sounding panicked. "I don't know what, I can't tell! But I can just feel it, something's wrong with Bethany!"

The two cats raced to the Twolegs. Nothing seemed different.

"Her spirit's not taking hold," Spottedleaf cried. "It's not working!"

In a flash of golden light, Brittany's body disappeared. What was left was a white she-cat, fully formed.

"Take care of Britt--I mean, Glistening Snow," Spottedleaf meowed determinedly. "I need to work with Bethany."

Bluestar nodded. She led the stunned white she-cat, who asked no questions, over to the pool.

"This is your new home," Bluestar meowed, picked Glistening Snow up by the scruff, and shoved her down into the pool. Then Bluestar watched as Glistening Snow appeared on a large rock next to the camp. All the Tribe cats gasped, and Bluestar made sure that they treated Glistening Snow nicely before she went back to Bethany.

There was another flash of light, but it was an eerie black color. Bluestar and Spottedleaf had never seen black light before. What was left was the flame-colored cat, Wildpaw. She was laying motionless on her side.

"Well," Bluestar grunted, hauling Wildpaw up by the scruff. "Maybe once she gets some fresh air in her, she'll wake up."

Spottedleaf nodded, her amber eyes wide with fear and astonishment.

Bluestar plunged Wildpaw down in the pool, which was now set on the edge of ShadowClan territory. Wildpaw looked just as she had in the sky, not moving.

"Even I don't understand what happened," Spottedleaf whispered. "We just made that discovery and tried it. Oh, I think I'll kill myself if she doens't wake!"

"You're already dead," Bluestar meowed gruffly.

"Her spirit didn't take hold properly," Spottedleaf mewed. "It did, but something was wrong."

Bluestar's ears pricked. "Look!" she gasped eagerly. The two cats bent over the pool.

Wildpaw's leg twitched. "Barack Obama," she muttered, and turned over.

Spottedleaf and Bluestar breathed a sigh of relief. "I understand now," Spottedleaf meowed. "She has forgotten that she once was a Twoleg, but she remembers all her Twoleg things."

Then the cats looked at each other.

"That could be a problem," Bluestar hissed, just as Wildpaw began to sing in her sleep.

"All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus..." Wildpaw breathed. "Britney Spears...."

Bluestar's eyes darkened.

"What is it, Bluestar?" Spottedleaf asked.

Bluestar hesitated, then meowed ominously, "This is the beginning of something greater than we could ever imagine."