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    He didn't know where he was. He'd gone to sleep one night, and now he was a fucking cat. A fucking cat. It happened so suddenly. He laid down in his bed, closed his eyes, and then he was in a field, with definitely real paws. Where was everyone? He didn't know. Was he alone? He sat there, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. Maybe it was a dream. A less scary nightmare? No. His nightmares were worse than this. This was confusing, not terrifying. He finally decided to start wandering. After about an hour he found a random village. What was it doing there? He investigated, paws crunching on the gravel road. He stopped at the entrance, looking around and unknowingly waiting for somebody to greet him.




    Upon viewing the slimy creature, Will took a step back, a concerned expression on his face. What was that thing? "Oh my god!" he exclaimed, nonexistent eyebrows knit in confusion. His ears flattened as well, watching Honeydew drip and melt. They were extremely odd, and he didn't know what to make of it. Could it talk? He stayed where he was, watching them move.




    As Blueridge approached, he tilted his head. Could every animal talk here? Could the dogs talk? That sounded amazing to him. "I am... Will Graham. And I have no idea what I'm doing here." He sniffed, flicking his ear. "So, Windclan? is this some sort of city? Town? I'm confused." The serval didn't know anything about this new, strange world.




    Will nodded, now having a clearer but still vague understanding of the system. A community? Will wasn't a very social person, but he felt more comfortable knowing that he wasn't out there exposed to the harsh and unforgiving wilderness. He could easily get killed. He had no gun, no knife, no nothing. Just claws, which he had no idea how to use. He knew they retracted, and he looked at them, flexing them in and out. Freaky. Why couldn't he be a dog? A dog... He looked up at Jekyll. He was a dog! Oh god. A dog had just talked to him. He smiled dumbly, making himself look like a complete idiot. He finally got it under control, pretending like he did nothing. "Um.. Yes, that would be great. I'm really up for anything right now." Now that he thought about it, he was really hungry and thirsty. Looking at Alligatorpaw, he smiled (he was good at making smiles look genuine) and replied. "Well, nice to meet you, Alligatorpaw. To be honest, I don't know if I'm lost or not," he said, smile fading. He had nowhere to be lost from, so... Was he lost? Was he just wandering? He stopped, starting to get a headache (which he he got very easily). At Honeydew's response, his severe apology started to come out of his mouth. "I am so sorry, I did not mean, I just, I've never seen, any, um, ah, you, frightened, me? But? You can't help it. I'm sorry, I... need to keep my mouth shut. I'm sorry. I apologize. You're great. You're cool, how you are, ah, different. In a good way! Sorry." He shut up, sitting there and staring at his paws as he felt their stares drill into him.



    Will had only just joined, and he was trying to get used to it. No phones, no computers, not even any lightbulbs. It freaked him out. But, it was life now. And he couldn't do anything about it. He sighed, laying against a tree near camp. He just wanted to sleep forever, but he couldn't for some reason. He couldn't even sleep for 8 hours straight. He always ended up waking up in the middle of the night. He looked around, fidgeting with his tail without thinking. What was he going to do?