Hello, and welcome to my first Warriors Fic in a long, long time. It's my second! I gave up on the first one because no one reviewed. This story takes place sometime between Firestar's quest and The New Prophecy series, while Squirrelpaw and Leafpaw were kits. This story can get a little, well, crazy sometimes, but bare with me.

I know this chapter has absolutely nothing to do with warriors. But the rest of the story will.

DISCLAMER:

I do not own warriors, or any of these characters except for the humans.

I've always been a cat person. Cats are cute and cuddly, and they never chew on your shoes. Unlike dogs. Dogs I can't stand. They're always barking at you and eating your food and pulling on your pant leg. And they're especially annoying when you have three and all you ever wanted was a cat. Now I hope you understand why I was miserable.

Ever since that Doberman pincher chased my mom out into the street, I just never felt comfortable around dogs. My mom was a cat person too, so we had a lot of them. One of them, my personal favorite, was Suzie. She was a light brown tabby, the same color as sand. When my future stepmother went to see my dad for the first time, she revealed that she was deathly afraid of cats. He promised that he would have them away by next week, and of course he had. Even Suzie, who was still nursing the kittens she had had the week before was sent away.

I managed to save one of the kittens from the shelter. It was the smallest one, and one of my favorites. I was in the process of naming it when my stepmother poked around my room and found it in the closet. She was so terrified and angry that she kicked it out the door into the woods. I never saw it again.

Naturally, Stepmother was in fact a dog person. So, there I was, two months after my mom died, being harassed by two labs and a pug, just wishing for a nice quiet cat.

Enough about my depressing personal life. Let's move forward to a time that was a bit happier.

"Alright, next up for the Deer Hill Elementary 6th grade talent show is Jessica Stewart," Jacob, the student council president, announced. I turned around to say one last word to my partner.

"Remember, do exactly what I say, and that new computer is as good as mine!" I whispered.

"And my prize?" He asked.

"Yes, you'll get it."

"Good. Now what are we waiting for?" He padded out onto the stage. I followed close behind. Everyone clapped. I took center stage, and prepared for my short speech.

"Okay, I will now make this cat do tricks it never even learned! And just so you know," I pointed to my little gray, furry assistant, "this is Kayla's cat, not mine. She just dropped him off 5 minutes ago. I swear that I have never trained it to do the tricks you are about to see.

"Alright, all you have to do is jump and pull that rope, which sets off the confetti. Then, start meowing the national anthem." I meowed to the cat. "You do know the national anthem, right?"

"Don't worry, I watch baseball with Kayla's mom all the time," he assured me. "I know the Star Spangled Banner."

"Good. When I say go, do it," I patted him on the back, then turned around to the audience. I cleared my throat and started speaking English. "I will now make this cat sing the national anthem!" I declared. "Go!"

The cat leaped at least two feet into the air and seized the rope by the teeth. It fell under his weight, and patriotic confetti rained down onto the stage. He landed lightly on his paws, and began to yowl the national anthem. The crowd went wild.