Me: Here is chapter one of 'The FullMetal Warrior'. With… Roy and Graystripe as my muses!
Roy: It got me out of my paperwork.
Graystripe: Mille told me to.
Roy: …Is that a talking cat?
Graystripe: I'm communicating with twolegs… How do you think I feel?
Me: Cat word for 'humans' -_-'
Graystripe: FlamingFlyingFoxOfDoom does not own Warriors or FullMetal Alchemist!
Chapter One, The arrival of an Alchemist.
I blinked as the mist surrounded me and cleared as my head spun. I was dreaming and Starclan was telling me something. I pricked my ears as I attempted to make out what the ghostly voice was saying.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice making swirls as my breath turned to fog "What are you trying to tell me?"
A star sparkling paw emerged from the cloud and then another. More of the cat emerged until I could make out the form of my former mentor, Featherwhisker.
"Spottedleaf." He said "There's one coming."
I tilted my head to the side in confusion as I wondered what he meant.
"You mean Fire?" I blinked, reciting part of the prophecy that I recently received.
The former medicine cat shook his head and glared at me with seriousness in his blue eyes.
"Something else. No, someone else." He mewed.
"Is it dangerous?" I gasped, pelt ruffled.
Featherwhisker shook his head.
"No, he's not." He sighed "He will be a bit… peculiar, though."
"Is this all you have come to tell me?" I blinked.
My former mentor closed his eyes and recited:
"If the storm ceased to dowse, then the Clans will cease to exist.
When the four return, he will stop the horde."
"What?" I asked, blinking. I'm used to Starclan giving riddles, but this one was a bit odder. What would make the clans cease to exist?
Featherwhisker's image blurred and his form shattered into a million tiny sparkling fragments.
I scrambled back to consciousness, my eyes snapping open.
What did he mean by that?
Dreaming again. Why do I keep having these dreams? I keep standing in a muddy clearing with faces of fear and despair swarming around me. A giant machine thing was coming toward us. I couldn't let these…things, get killed. I rushed my forward and clapped my hands, placing them on the mechanism.
With a few moments, the object would be in pieces, around me. The faces would turn to grateful and happy expressions, smiling and sighing in relief.
Then I'd wake up. But this time when I woke up… something was… different. It was colder than usual and I shivered, curling myself up into a ball, tucking my tail between by hind legs.
Wait? Tail? Hind legs?
I drowsily blinked open my eyes to find that I had paws. Frekin' paws. And a golden-colored pelt.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I hissed, arching my back in shock. "Why am I a cat!" I studied my new feline body and noted that my right foreleg and right hind leg were made of metal. They moved just fine, but still annoying.
I looked around my surroundings to find myself in a forest. How the hell did I get in a forest? My newly pointed ears drooped as I sighed a demented cat sigh. At least Al wasn't here to see this. That'd be embarrassing.
I stiffened. Something in the foliage caught my eye and I glanced at the bushes. As much as I could before a gray striped pelt tackled me and threw me against a tree.
"What are you doing here?" the tom snarled, unsheathing his claws.
I glared at him and retorted:
"I don't have time to deal with you!"
A big, yellow tom with fur on his muzzle giving him the appearance of a lion stepped from the bushes.
"What's happening?" he mewed, then he saw me. "Another kit?"
I twitched. 'Kit' is referred to someone smaller or of less authority to.
I struck out my hind legs and sent the gray tom flying. Angrily, I pounced on the big yellow tom and slashed at his muzzle, baring my teeth as he easily threw me off.
"You fight well, little one." He mewed.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL AN ANT CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM WITHOUT A MICROSCOPE?" and I leaped again, this time aiming for his paws.
The two toms gave me a confused look as I gnawed on his leg.
"Are you mentally stable?" the gray one asked. I shot him a death glare.
"Of course I'm mentally stable!" I snapped.
The big yellow tabby purred in amusement.
"My name is Lionheart, little one." Lionheart purred.
"WHO ARE YOU CALL-" the gray one interrupted me by slapping his puffy tail across my mouth.
"I'm Graypaw." He grinned.
I sighed and bit his tail.
"OUCH!" Graypaw whined, licking his sore tail. Mischievously, he said:
"You're SOO mean."
"YOU SHUT UP!" I yelled. A yellow tail was laid across my shoulders and the sound of Lionheart purred:
"Come this way."
I hissed and started to stalk away, but the big tom picked me up by the scruff and carried me deeper into the woods, Graypaw bouncing happily after us.
Me: Good? Yes? No?
Roy: HAHA! FullMetal's a CAT!
Graystripe: WHAT'S WRONG WITH CATS?
Roy: Oh… Nothing fluffles.
Graystripe: You stupid twoleg!
Roy: Fluffy McFluffy kins!
Graystripe: Pink-skinned freak!
Me: FLYING RAINBOW PARTY TACO!
Graystripe & Roy: …
Me: I felt left out. :(
Graystripe: Please review. -_-'
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