(THIS STORY IS FANFIC OF A STORY CALLED WARRIOR CATS. IF YOU WANT THE WARRIOR CAT PART ALREADY, SKIP TO CHAPTER ONE/CHAPTER TWO.)
Today was my first day of high school, I woke up to my alarm blasting in my ear. I slapped it so it shut up, but it never did. I looked up at the ceiling, sighing before rubbing my eyes, and turning it off.
I pushed myself out of bed, as I groaned.
"Nex. Get up!" My mother called me.
"I am up!" I replied angrily.
I sighed as I stood up. I was grabbing my crystals and jewelry before my mom had burst in.
"Hurry up! You're going to be very late Nex. You know better!"
"Whatever Mom. Get out so I can change." I asked.
"Don't talk to your mother like this." She said angrily, slamming the door in my face.
"Whatever!" I yelled.
I grabbed my pants and threw them on, before getting everything else ready. I grabbed my binder, and my Converse and left for school.
Biking every morning is exhausting, even though it's a 20-minute bike ride, the nature is nice, and I usually bike through the country where I feel more at home and comfortable. I don't know. Something about it makes me feel like I am home.
I eventually reached my school, just in time for the bell, before I saw my crush, Fern.
"Fern!" I called out to him.
Fern was my best friend. He was there ever since I was a kid, and now, he is my crush, and I have no clue why. Sometimes I feel like he likes me too, but sometimes, it's hard to tell.
"Oh, hey Nex!" He said excitedly.
"It's been like, what? Six months since I last saw you?" He continued.
"Around there? I mean, you did move, did you move back to Kansas? Or visiting?" I asked upsettingly.
"I am just visiting for now. But! I should be moving back two summers from now." He smiled, hugging me tightly, as he spun me.
"That's so long from now! But I am happy I will get you back by grade twelve or eleven!"
"Mhm. What is your first class?" He asked.
"I haven't checked. Let me do that now." I smiled, reaching into my pocket to grab my phone.
"It's in your Gmail." He walked over and pointed.
"I know where my Gmail is." I stared at him briefly, before rolling my eyes and looking at my emails.
"Sorry, yeah." He apologized.
"It's whatever." I smiled awkwardly.
My first class had said "Visual Arts, room 1-102 with Mrs. Ruth."
"Ah. Okay then? Let me walk you to class." he guided me to the left of the school, clearly I didn't remember how weird he was.
He walked me into the "Entrance" of the school and walked me to my first class.
"Thanks?" I smiled.
"Yeah! Anytime, I will meet you back here, and walk you to your next class." He smiled and sighed as he walked away.
I rolled my eyes, and knocked on the door, to the classroom. A sweet woman greeted me, she looked mid-40s.
I walked in and sat down alone, placing my bag on the chair beside me, hoping no one would come to sit with me.
This boy with long black hair, and a gothic style walked in and insisted on stairing at me, while the teacher babbled about how he was a new student.
"This is the first day of grade 9. What do you mean he is a new student?" I asked.
The boy then introduced himself as Arthur. And insisted on sitting beside me. I kept my bag there, I wasn't gonna let a random stranger sit with me? Especially if he wanted a good entrance in school that damn bad. I could already tell, I was gonna drop out within days.
Arthur then walked over and grabbed MY bag, And threw it beside him.
"Excuse me? But can you not sit beside me, and not throw my things around?" I asked.
"Why not? It's just a damn bag? And you do not own this desk, so in that case. No." He smiled at me.
I got so mad I slammed my fist on my desk and in that moment. A weird fang feeling came into my mouth, and I felt the urge to bite some manners into this kid.
"Awh, is the blueberry angry?" He teased me.
"First off, you're not funny at all. Secondly, no. I am not. Just because I have BLUE hair, that does not mean I am a BLUEBERRY." I growled.
"Just sit down." He asked, patting my seat.
"You can't just judge me at first glance?" He sighed.
"Oh here we go, the fake sadness and shit." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my notebook.
He just sat there smiling at me. It angered me so much, but I decided to ignore it.
After my angry moment, I scratched my head because I felt something moving on it, but nothing was there when I did. I grabbed my phone, hiding it under the desk as I opened the Camera, to see if something was there, to my surprise. Nothing was there. I decided to brush it off, but the moving feeling never left, I didn't think much of it, because it had happened all before, but eventually, I felt ears, not any normal type of ears, but more like.. Cat ears. I silently panicked, not knowing what to do, but I decided to brush it off.
I worked on my work before noticing that my body was slowly not feeling like mine. I had phantom fangs, ears, and now a wagging tail. I felt like me for a moment before Arthur scared me out of my phantom shift.
"BOO." He shrieked in my ear, making me jump.
"Fuck off Arthur!" I said angrily, slapping his face.
"Ow, you bitch!" He replied furiously.
"I do that when I get scared, I am sorry." I started whimpering.
"Are you whimpering?" He asked, looking at me with a confused expression, his pupils going small.
"Maybe? You act like I can help it." I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.
"You whimper?" He asked again.
"Mhm? I also can sense you find me stupid and annoying." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah? But like. I am kinda interested in you, you're not like other people." He smiled.
"No one is normal you wimp," I replied.
"That's nice." He smiled.
"That's me." I smiled back.
"I think you can get used to me." We both said, then started laughing.
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FanfictionA shapeshifter who becomes a cat, and is put in a clan where he has to face all his fears for one tom cat. His mother ends up finding the clan which most cats get hunted.
