A New Life (warrior cats fan fiction)

Chapter One

Needlebanger's POV

I was woken up by the sounds of laughter and playful yowls. Blinking open my eyes, I found myself in a messy den. It was almost familiar; the shaggy den had several holes in the top where rays of sunlight poked though and many stale nests were scattered around. My heart began to race as the realization hit me... There was no longer the comforting - and almost overwhelming - smell of lavender and heather, only a musty skunk smell that wafted in through the entrance like fog. It was true. I was now in... DrugClan.

They weren't joking... I thought to myself as I got out of my ragged nest. Arching my back in a long stretch, I took in a deep breath and prepared myself to meet my new Clanmates. My joints cracked and I stumbled as my vision suddenly wavered. Shaking my head, I realized how awful this "Needlebanger" was treating herself...

Padding out wearily, I exited the warriors den into an open clearing. Beech trees surrounded the perimeter of the camp with a rock wall at the back. A large oak tree with long, gnarly roots sat beside the rock wall. On those roots sat a matted white tom, a tom I knew instantly was Crackheadstar. His tail twitched as his bulgy blue eyes watched the sky. Anything that he heard made him jump, his ears flicking toward any and every noise.

I had barely stepped out of the warriors den before a kit tumbled into me. A small grey she-kit bared her teeth at me challengingly as a grey point tom skidded to a halt at my paws. He was full of purrs and his breath stank of something bitter and musty. It made my nose wrinkle, but the tom was too out of it to notice the gesture.

"Finally, eh? Figured you would never wake up!" Coldshot. The name came to me as if I had a cat on my shoulder guiding me. I blinked at him and nodded, glancing back down at the small grey kit that was now biting at my tail. Smokekit.

The tom watched with a deep warmth in his eyes as his spunky kit batted at me. I shooed her away, her tiny claws feeling like pine needles in my pelt. "If only Rainkit would play with us. She's always sleeping or off in a corner on her own... Rainkit is just as miserable as her mother." Coldshot sighed and looked over his shoulder. I followed his gaze and found the tiny kit off by herself, using a claw to draw in the dirt.

"Bet you can't get to that stick before me!" Smokekit squealed, taking off toward a stick in the middle of the clearing. Without saying anything, Coldshot took off after his kit. He stumbled and tripped over his own paw on the way, leaving Smokekit victorious. "Haha! You're as blind as a bat!" The she-kit teased.

A familiar grey tom padded over to me, his eyes half closed and fur knotted. "What's up, sista?! Wanna come to the drug-nest with me? Cocainenose and Bone have been askin' for ya." He winked at me and for some reason I figured he was talking more about Bone than Cocainenose.

"Not right now, Lostpossum... thank you though." I purred, and realized I knew this cat's name too. Wow, they weren't kidding when they said all of the information needed would come back to me.

Lostpossum nudged me softly and snickered, "Understandable. You just about died last night!" I blinked at him and suddenly a brief memory of a firefly-lit stage and dancing she-cats came back to me. A shiver ran down my spine. What did they get me into? Or more over, what did I get myself into...? "Come on in whenever you want, sis! Bone misses ya." He padded off toward the rock wall and ducked into the crack on the right. Beside the place he disappeared into was another crack. I recognized it as the medicine den.

Taking a seat, I watched the Clan through narrowed eyes. First day awake in the Clan and I already think they're complete mousebrains. I wonder how long I'll be able to stand these cats before I snap and kill some cat...