Warriortalia Chapter 1

                          Warriortalia

       Part 1: Strangers from around the world
(takes place before the start of the first book in the omen of the stars series)

(Somewhere on Thunder Clan territory)

   America opened his eyes slowly. Where the hell was he? He looked at his surroundings. He noticed he was in a clearing in a large forest full of tall trees, but not redwood tall, mostly oak and birch. There were all kinds of ferns and thorn bushes surrounding him. He heard a stream near by. The weather seemed to be around early summer, maybe late spring. From the long list of countries of where he could be, he narrowed it down to England, France, his brother's place (what was his name? Oh yeah! Canada!), possibly Germany, Austria, Ireland, or (he hoped) somewhere in his own land.

     He tried to get up, but fell over. Why couldn't he get up? He stretched out his paw. Wait, PAW?! HE HAD PAWS?! SINCE WHEN?!? He looked himself over, He was covered in white fur, and had a brown tail. He was a cat, but not just any cat. He was a cat who looked EXACTLY like his own cat! And what does one do when he finds out he was turned into a cat that looks exactly like his own cat? He screams his guts out of course.

    When he finally calmed down, he thought of how this could have possibly happened. The last thing he remembered was he was in a world meeting, being awesome and heroic of course, while Romano was yelling at Spain. Italy was shouting pasta and clinging to Germany, who was extremely annoyed by it. France was being his usual perverted self and was bugging England. Prussia was laughing at all of them, while Austria had to keep Hungary from killing the ex-nation (even though Austria hated Prussia's guts. Hey! The guy owed him money!). Belarus was being her creepy self and scaring the wits out of the Baltics' and Russia. Then England finally got so angry some kind of bright light started shining from his hand and-That was it! England had used his magic!

   "UUGGH, Bloody hell…" and speaking of England… America looked around. He saw 3, no 4 other cats in the clearing all starting to wake up. One looked like Japan's cat (a black cat with brown eyes, a bobtail, and part of his face, his paws and chest were white), one like china's(a black cat with amber eyes and a ponytail), one like England's ( a tan Scottish fold with ginger patches, green eyes, and HUGE eyebrows), and one that kind of looked liked him but with a long curl instead of a cowlick like his.

   "YO DUDES! OVER HERE!" America yelled to the others. And then….they all freaked out that a cat was talking to them, until they discovered they were cats as well a promptly started freaking out(and cursing in different languages) about that. America tried to do everything he could to keep himself from laughing, but failed. It was just too funny to see them freaking out like that, especially Japan, who never does so.

      Meanwhile, on the other side of the territory, five cats eardrums were suddenly bombarded with the shouts.

    "What was THAT?!?" Rosepetal said, fur still puffed up from shock of the shouts.
     "It sounded like cats!" Rosepetal's brother Toadstep added.
      "It also sounded like they somewhere were near the Wind Clan border," stated Greystripe.
      "Hey Brambleclaw, maybe we should go check it out," Said Icecloud.
       "Ok, Let's head over and see what's going on, I hope nothing bad happened to any of our warriors." Brambleclaw, the leader of the patrol said. All five of the cats started heading in the direction of the screams, wondering what could have possibly happened to make a cat scream so loud.

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(in Shadow Clan territory)

     Meanwhile, Germany and Prussia were having much the same reaction.

     "NIEN! HOW COULD ZIZ HAPPEN TO ZE AWESOMENESS ZAT IS ME!?!" Prussia screamed at the top of his lungs. Germany was just standing there, mouth agape in shock, wondering what the hell happened. They were in some random pine forest in the middle of who-knows-where and they were cats. How could this possibly get any worse?!

     "Calm down, Da?"

     AAAAAANNNND it just got worse. Germany looked up to see a big brown ball of fluff/really small bear/Pomeranian….wait, was that a cat?! Yes it was, and it was also Russia, sitting there with his ever creepy smile plastered to his face.  

     So he was stuck in the middle of a random pine forest, with no food, shelter, or water, as a blue cat, with Russia, and the only sane company he had was his extremely annoying brother and his pet bird. Now things REALLY couldn't get any worse!

    "WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF!"

    ….And yet again, things just got worse. The world just loved to prove Germany wrong, didn't it?

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(in Wind Clan territory)

       Breezepelt was ticked off (when is he ever not?). He was on a patrol with Heathertail, Sunstrike, Ashfoot, and Antpelt. It hadn't rained in awhile so prey was scarce or on the border, and each day just seemed to get hotter than the last! Plus he was also(after at least 5 moons) still angry at his father for running off with that cursed medicine cat and having kits! Why couldn't his father just control his emotions, like him! Breezepelt knew he had TOTAL control over his emotions!(Riiight Breezepelt, you just keep telling yourself that) Today he was just so mad though, he HAD to take it out on SOMETHING.

       "Hellloooo? Excuse me!"
       The patrol turned to see 4 cats, one of which was waving his paw at them. The one waving was tan with a light brown spot on his head, tail, and back and had a weird curl sticking off his head. He had a happy and peaceful look on his face. He obviously must be a kittypet! The one next to him looked almost exactly the same only the spots were a darker shade of brown, and he looked quiet annoyed. The two were obviously related. The next one was a bluish black cat with white on his face, paws and on the end of his tail. He had a weird strand of fur that was seemingly longer than the rest and stood up on end no mater what. The last of the 4 was a brown and gold tabby she-cat with a flower next to her ear. The fur near her neck and on her head seemed to puff out. How the patrol had not noticed them before in their Moore-land home, Breezpelt will never know.

        "Chao!~" the one that was waving called, "Ve~ I'm-a Italy! Could you please help-a me and-a my friends? We're-a lost and-a don't know where to go! Also, Have you seen a ma-I mean CAT named Germany? I can't-a find him-a anywhere! Please will you-a help?"

        Breezepelt narrowed his eyes at them, specifically the one who had just so sweetly asked for help. He unsheathed his claws and began to charge. 'Hellooo things to take my anger out on!' he thought and smirked. 3 of the 4 lost cat's fur fluffed up (Italy didn't get that Breezepelt was going to attack).

       "BREEZEPELT WAIT!" Heathertail yelled as she ran after him, and the rest of the patrol fallowed her.

        As Breezepelt was just about to pounce on Italy, the cat with the darker brown spots yelled at his brother, "YOU IDIOTA!!! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!"

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(in River Clan territory)

      Switzerland had just about had it with France. So what if he was a cat stuck in the middle of some forest near a lake? That doesn't mean he has the right to constantly whine about it! Suddenly, Switzerland realized as the cream tabby he was, he could no longer shoot or hold one of his guns. '@!#? !' he thought. Did he even have any of his guns? …Nope. 'Stupid cat body! Not having any pockets! Now how will I guard my banks? Or protect Liechten-' his thoughts stopped there, he looked around. His little sister Liechtenstein was nowhere in sight, Just the idiot, spacey Spaniard and the annoying, whiny Frenchmen. 'FrenchCAT' he corrected himself. But seriously where was Liechtenstein?! 'She'll be ok,' he thought, ' Just calm down Switzy, she learned to take care of herself long before you became her brother, she'll be fine.' Switzerland continued to try to calm himself like this on the trio's trek to find shelter until a certain French cat spoke up.

       "can't we stop for a while? My beautiful paws ache like crazy!" he whined. Switzerland was about to claw France's face off, but then stopped when the bushes next to them started to rustle. The normally "neutral" country prepared himself for a fight, even though he wasn't quite sure how without his guns.

       Out of the bushes stepped 4 cats that looked a tiny bit scrawny. There was a white and grey cat, a pure white one, a dark grey tabby, and a Russian blue. All of them were she-cats (and for some reason, France's mood suddenly seemed to lift).

       "Greetings. I am Mistyfoot. May I please know what are you doing on our territory?" The Russian blue said in a calm, polite voice that seemed full of authority, as her blue eyes swept over the trio.

       'Ok, these cats don't seem too hostile. Maybe if we act polite, show that we mean no harm, and don't do anything stupid, we can reason with them, and possibly get them to help us!' Switzerland thought. "We're sorry for-"

       But before he could finish, France pushed past him with a rose in his mouth and said, " OHONHONHONHONHON! Bonjur, Mon cheri! My, you look beautiful, in fact, you  are le plus beau de tous les chats!"

      The group of she cats just stared at them(mostly France)with wide eyes, like one of the trio had just grown a second head, especially Mistyfoot.

      Switzerland facepawed. 'That's it!' he thought, 'we're all doomed.'

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(on the High Stones)

     Sweden and Finland had been walking around this mountain for God knows how long, lost as can be. Though Finland's white and silver patched fur was thick (not as thick as Sweden's yellow fur though), he was still a bit cold. 'Where are we? Why are we cats? Wait, I swore I saw that cliff before!' were some of the things going through his mind. After passing the same bolder for the 7th time, Finland finally spoke up.

      "Uh…Sweden? I think we might be lost…" Finland started but trailed off when Sweden turn to Finland from his position in leading the two.

      "Wh't d'd you s'y?" He said unintentionally scaring poor Finland.

       "NOTHING!" Finland spat out quickly, worried he might have upset his traveling companion, " Uh…..I mean…Look! Other cats!" Finland pointed in the direction of a small gr n  kioup of cats coming towards them. "What do you think they want?" he said.
The group seemed to get closer.

       "l'ks like w'll f'nd out." Sweden replied, not taking his eyes off the approaching cats.
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To be continued....