Spirit's POV

I angrily lash my tail, stalking around the foggy grounds of the Dark forest. I've been here for so long, I've forgotten the feel of sunshine on my fur. What do stars look like again?

I trip over a stick, and I find myself tumbling down, down, down.

I land on my rear, hissing in pain as I slowly open my eyes.

Fear takes hold as I realize I'm in a massive Twolegplace. Then, as a mistake, I glance down at my paws. My Twoleg paws. I stare at my legs, which are now long and hairless. My pelt was reduced to covering my upper body, held by two thin straps, and a separate pelt going down to my middle thighs. There was a purple coloring on my claws, which were shorter and dull. I reach a paw up to my head, gasping as I realized fur grew there, long and thick and smooth.

"I-I'm a Twoleg!" I gasp, standing up and staggering. I don't know how to walk on two legs.

I feel something in the pouch of my pelt. I take it out to find a note written.

Your name is Shade Slavu. You are fifteen years of age. That would be about 180 moons. You must find a woman named Samantha Lawrence Night. You are a human female. You wear a tank top with shorts and flip flops. Do not mention the Dark Forest, ThunderClan, or any other Clan. Do not use warrior lingo. Do not reveal your real name to anyone.

My head buzzed. I'm fifteen, I'm Shade Slavu, and I am a human female wearing a tank top and shorts. I stuff the note in the pouch of my shorts. Find a Samantha Night Lawrence. Easy enough.

Air's POV

"No please!" I screech as Bendy prepares to kill me. "Spare my life, please!"

I scream as his claws slam me into the ink. I find myself falling through the ink, tumbling as I scream for mercy.

I land flat on my back on a sidewalk. "Owww." I groan, sitting up. Then I fall back down, surprised by the sudden weight on my chest. I look down. Holy... Those were big titties. Attached to me. Those were my titties. The only thing covering them was a little button up crop top, and even then it looked on the verge of bursting.

I stood up, glancing down at the rest of my body. Was that my body? It was curvy in all the right places, gorgeously accenting the rest of me. Thin in the good places, thick in the other good places. My skin was a perfect golden color, without any blemishes or marks.

This was not my body.

I took out the thin something in my pocket. It was a note.

You are Samantha Night Lawrence now. You go by Sammy Night. Enclosed are twenty dollars. Your cup size is D, your bra size is 36. Buy yourself a sports bra, you'll need it. A woman named Shade Slavu is looking for you. Buy the bra and wait for her.

Totally not ominous at all. I shove the note in my pocket and start walking to the nearest Victoria's Secret.