This has been done before. Actually it's been done to death but I've always wanted to write something where I take an ordinary person, set them up in an impossible situation, and let them run. It's amazing what can happen.

This story has been an idea floating around in my way-to-cluttered little brain for the better part of two years, so I finally gave up and started to write it down. And the words just kept coming.

So I'm thinking that I might as well put it out there for someone to see.

Also, I've read a ton of these stories and I'm writing this with one thing in mind. "What would I do?" Which means I am not and I repeat not going to be writing a story where it's "Oh I've turned into a cat. I'm not freaked out by the fact that I have paws or a tail. I know how to use my claws. I can hunt and fight perfectly and everyone loves me. I know all the lingo. I'm not wondering what my family is thinking about me. Eating raw mice? No problem! I don't wake up screaming in the middle of the night, in shock because of how messed up this is."

I'm sorry if you've written something like that, but I hate those stories. So here, I'm going to try to address each and every one of those issues. And if I've forgotten anything, don't hesitate to tell me.

Onwards.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Prologue

Firestar paced fretfully back and forth in his moonlit den, his ginger fur gleaming in the half-light of the moon. The moon hanging, motionless in the sky was just past half full. The light cast shadows on the soft sand through the curtain of lichen and the ginger tom sat starring at the flickering darkness, deep in thought. Firestar sat up as another cat entered the small cave.

"You asked for me, Firestar?" The light tabby she-cat meowed.

"Yes. Have you had-"

"Any other signs?" She she-cat finished for him, "No, none other than the one when I visited the moonpool. A young cat, changed by Starclan, will join our clan."

Firestar pondered for a moment, "Changed to what? … From what?"

"I do not know. The rest of the prophecy was muddled," Leafpool closed her eyes for a moment, "There was a…a great roar of wind. I saw a young she-cat lying on the ground in a clearing… She was screaming in a language that I couldn't understand. There was a screech of fighting cats and the stink of blood and everything went black."

"What did this cat look like?"

Leafpool thought about it a moment, "I didn't really get a good look, it was so dark. No, that's not it. I saw her well but I can't remember. How strange."

"Strange indeed," Firestar repeated, "We must keep our eyes and ears open."

Leafpool turned to leave, and then paused and said, in a voice that was uneven, "There will come a time when one of your oldest enemies will save you, Firestar. An enemy from a distant memory of the past."

Firestar looked startled as the she-cat's voice smoothed again, "Take care. You will need to be wary. I do not know what is going to happen, but danger is coming… and soon."

Pity that, my intro is longer than my prologue.

Yes, I know it's predictable so far, but I'm almost done with chapter 1 and I think it's going to be a little better than the prologue.

R&R?