I saw green. I was sprinting through the woods. The Listeners were chasing me because they wanted me back or to kill me. I had become a runaway Listener as I had escaped after they forcibly turned me. They had nullified my powers so I couldn’t teleport or defend myself with Listener magic or even fly as my wings were useless. I cursed in galactic as I still had enhanced hearing. They were close. I tripped on a log. I need to get back up. I quickly hopped up, but I couldn’t run. Green chains were wrapped tightly around my body. I couldn’t move. “Rejoin us, Amara.” “Never! I will never rejoin the Listeners!” I shouted. “Well. You will rejoin us. Or would you rather die?” “I would rather die than go back to you selfish entities!” “Ok then.” A flash of green rang out. Pain shot through me. Blood spewed from my chest. I looked down and saw a gaping hole through my chest. I cursed in galactic at the Listener as I hit the ground. My vision slowly faded to black. I accepted death…. I slowly woke up. Pain shot through my chest. Shock registered. Where was I? I was still living. I needed to test if I had my magic. I raised my hand. I saw a paw. What? I quickly tested my magic by summoning a mirror. I looked at myself. I was a cat! I had a faint scar on my chest from where the Listener had killed me. I had black fur and striking green eyes. Green markings in my fur showed that I was a Listener. I still had my ear cuff on. It was a silver band with a green gemstone in it that my mother had given me before her death. I breathed a sigh of relief. I shifted my wings to see if they worked. I flew up a little bit before landing on the ground. I then hid my wings with an invisibility spell and hid my Listener markings as well. I would need to use my magic often or I would forcibly be turned into my Listener form, and use my wings as well as preen them to keep them in shape. I used Listener magic again to gain information on where I was. I was in a different world. I started reading the information on this world… Twolegs… loners… kittypets… Thunderpaths… monsters… Clans… hunting… patrols… kits… elders… apprentices… queens… leaders… warriors… medicine cats… deputies… nine lives… Everything was strange and new to me. Their words are weird. Why in the world is a human called a Twoleg though? I started running to find out where I was and see if I could find anybody. Wind rushed past me. It felt nice. “Hey! Who are you and what are you doing on our territory?” A cat shouted. Three other cats followed them.
This is a crossover between Hermitcraft (or Mcyt in general) and Warrior Cats. Next Part: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1320436827/ Previous: none Lore: At some point maybe CLANS: LeafClan (similar to ShadowClan): uses camouflage, strong jumpers, attacks from shadows, and likes being in the trees FlameClan (similar to ThunderClan): determined, focused, strong, and methodical LightClan (similar to WindClan): light-weight, agile, fast, and quick-witted ReefClan (similar to RiverClan): swimmers, thick pelts, smart, and normally attacks in pairs