A/N: Hihi, mina-san! This is my fanfic, and it's written with my best friends. This is a crossover of Bleach, Transformers and the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. I've edited a few parts, for it seems too confusing, but, if there's still anything you guys don't understand, just pm me, and I'll try my best to answer…Well, ok, I don't understand a thing about Transformers, but, I'll ask my best friend. I wrote the story from the Bleach perspective, one of my best friends, Karou, did the Transformer perspective and Chalice, my other best friend did the Warriors perspective. Prepare from major OOCness. XD

The story may seem ridiculous, but…It is supposed to seem ridiculous, so…Umm, if you hate ridiculous stuff, there's always the 'x' at the top right hand corner of the window, you know?

The Warriors perspective of the story is written in italics, The Transformers one is in bold and the Bleach one is done…Just like this.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own either Bleach, Warriors or Transformers. They are owned by Tite Kubo, Erin Hunter and…Hasbro and Takara respectively. (Gomene, like I mentioned, I don't understand a thing about Transformers, so don't kill me if I got it wrongly.)

After the calamity, the great warriors of all the clans were scattered all over the Earth. Loved ones were separated , kits were killed in the tornado, Starclan also could not keep together. Their hunting grounds were torn apart by the winds. Even the strongest warriors fell helplessly on the wet thunderpath of the district.

Far far away, Rukia was still trying to figure out how to open a juice box, though Ichigo has shown her countless times before. "Ne, Ichigo, show me how to open this thing again."

"What the…?! How many times must I show you?!"

"All I merely asked was 'Show me how to open this thing again'! Must you scream at me?!"

Ichigo opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he felt something small and furry land on his head. Oh no! The sky is falling!

Well, not really. Ichigo saw Rukia pointing at that thing on his head, and he heard her whisper, "Neko. A cream-coloured small sized tom neko." Neko? Cat? What the…? And since when did Rukia know whether the cat is a male or a fe - Oh.

The humans called Ichigo and Rukia (Yes, they heard them call each other that) gently carried the cat down from Ichigo's head and stroked it with equal gentleness. They were still looking incredibly at the cat. I mean, you don't often see a cat falling from the sky and landing on someone's head, right? The cat was trembling in trepidation, and all of a sudden, it raised its paw and pointed at…them. Ichigo slowly turned his head. What he saw made him rooted to the ground. A giant, blue-with-red-hot-rod-flames robot was staring at him, kneeling down to face level. Behind him were four other robots. Ichigo fainted. "Optimus, I think you gotta stop doing that to poor humans." The puke-green H2 search and rescue vehicle robot commented. "Whatever…Anyways, I am Optimus Prime. The puke guy is Ratchet, the Porche Soliace silver idiot is Jazz, the black GMC Topkick dude is Ironhide and the idiot yellow Camero 2009 is Bumblebee. I, of course, am the handsome and all-powerful leader of the Autobots." The other Autobots stared at Optimus with their own death glares. Rukia just stood there in shock. The cat suffered a heart attack.

A/N: Well, we left it at that because a) We wanted a cliffhanger (Muahahaha!) and b) We didn't know where to leave off instead. Yeah, I know, this story sounds so…so…Ok, whatever! But this is our first fic together (And Chalice and my ever first fic, whoots!) so, have mercy. I don't really expect this story to be a great hit – this story was written because we were bored – so…erm…Argh! Forget it!!

Ok, I have to admit, it is short. Forgive us!! TT But I promise, the next chapter is waaaaaaaay longer. We've already got it written down, on the same piece of paper that is used to write this.

It's Karou's birthday today! Whoots! Happy birthday, Karou-chan!