A/N- Okay, this is my latest idea- the Room of Doom. I won't tell you about it, 'cause it says all that stuff just below this. Anyway, review with the cats you wan't to see locked in there, along with the item you want them to have. Sorry if anyone has already done this idea- i get so nervous about that sort of thing. I really don't know. Anyway- enjoy!

Disclaimer- How could Warriors possibly be mine? I'd only get it if Erin Hunter died and left it to me in the will, which will never happen! On with the story!

THE ROOM OF DOOM!

Two Warriors characters are locked in a room together with just 1 item for 24 hours. Will their sanity survive?

This time- Firestar and Greystripe in the room with a jigsaw puzzle, with 1 piece missing!

"That's a bit of sky… and another bit of sky… some more sky… that's sky…"

"Would you shut up about the sky!" screeched Greystripe, "In case you hadn't noticed, we can't even see the sky!"

He pointed around at the bare room, with beige-grey walls and no windows. It looked more like a nuclear bunker than an imaginary room in the authoress' mind.

Firestar gave a small nod and resumed doing the jigsaw. Don't ask me how he could do it without opposable thumbs, but he did.

After a few moments, Greystripe meowed,

"I'm sorry, Firestar. I just can't take it any more. I hate being in confined spaces."

"Claustrophobia," replied Firestar, still looking down at the puzzle.

"What?"

"It's what they call being afraid of enclosed areas."

"Oh."

There was silence for a moment, until Firestar said triumphantly,

"There! The last piece!"

Greystripe took a look at the jigsaw, gave an impressed nod, and then did a double-take.

"Uh, Firestar, there's a piece missing."

He pointed to an empty spot, just next to the top right corner.

Firestar looked at the empty spot, then replied nonchalantly,

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. The piece wasn't in the box, so it's not here, and it doesn't spoil the overall look anyway."

Don't ask me where they got this advanced vocabulary either, I still don't know.

Greystripe gave a nod of agreement, and both cats sat there for about two minutes, until Firestar cried out,

"Ah! That missing piece is doing my head in!"

Greystripe glanced at the incomplete puzzle, but still couldn't see how it was bothering his friend.

"I don't get how it can bother you so much."

"Don't get it!? DON'T GET IT!? I'LL TELL YOU HOW YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU'VE GOT THE MISSING PIECE!"

The ginger tom leapt at his friend, claws unsheathed, and the pair became a writhing mass of fur on the floor.

As they tumbled, scratching and screeching, they smashed into the jigsaw puzzle, sending pieces flying everywhere.

A few moments later, they stopped fighting, and stared at the scene of jigsaw carnage before them.

"Sorry…" mumbled Firestar.

"It's okay," meowed Greystripe, "At least it's something to do for the next three hours."

Outside, Silverfire (that's me- the authoress!) sniggered, and held up the missing piece- a bit of sky.