I don't own the Inheritance Cycle. Yes this stupid but I hope you like it. Flame if you want but I don't really care. Oneshot.

"We must retrieve the last dragon egg from Galbatorix's palace in Uru'baen," Nasuada insisted. She was tired, no, exhausted was a better word. The siege of Feinster had gone well, but she had been pacing in her tent the entire time. Eragon, Arya, Orrin, Trianna, and Angela accompanied by Solembum the werecat were now in her tent. Saphira was, for the most part, outside. Her head lay in the entrance of the tent.

The Varden needed that egg, but Galbatorix was sure to have placed extra wards around it since Saphira's egg was stolen.

Angela the herbalist coughed loudly, then said, "Solembum believes he has a solution." Nasuada raised an eyebrow in surprise. The counsel of a werecat is not to be ignored, yet this werecat had never offered help to the Varden before.

"Speak, werecat," she said.

Angela pursed her lips, "He would rather I explain." Nasuada hesitated, then nodded. If a werecat offered help, it would be unwise to refuse. Angela continued, "He wants to go to Uru'baen and from there he says he will have the egg within a week."

Nasuada struggled to keep her expression in check. She was very talented in hiding her emotions, she had to be in a world of politics, but this information shocked her.

"How?" Eragon asked.

"I would advise you not to question Solembum, Eragon. That is, unless you want to wake up tomorrow with a spoon up your left nostril," Angela stated. Saphira growled, but Eragon just nodded his head slowly, unsure whether it was a threat or if Angela was merely jesting.

Nasuada made a decision that involved the fate of all of Alagaesia.

"Go. We will send you with only three men, as to not attract attention," she said. Solembum stalked out of the tent, Orrin looked impassive, Arya thoughtful, Trianna irritated, Eragon slightly confused and Angela looked oddly cheerful. A loud wave of talk began and Nasuada was already regretting her decision.

Solembum's POV (time lapse)

I sat by the kitchen door, awaiting the delivery of something that would change the future of Alagaesia. I heard a light thud and I turned around. Facing me was grey, domestic cat with one beige paw. Galbatorix's pet cat.

Have you got it?, I projected my question with my mind. The cat pulled a sack with it's teeth out of the shadows.

Yes, it answered. I became wary.

What do you want as payment?, I asked, though I had no intention to give it anything.

That the Varden destroy Galbatorix. If he calls me 'Fluffikins' one more time I swear . . . It dropped the sack. Farewell.

I picked up the sack with my teeth and prowled away.

Galby's Cat's POV

It took him a day. A whole day to realise one of his most precious possessions were missing.

"NOOOOO!" he howled angrily. "WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?"

I did, I said as loudly as I could with my thoughts. Galbatorix really is insane, because at that moment he whirled around to face me, tears in his eyes.

"How could you betray me like that? How could you Fluffikins?" he said desperately. That was what really did it. I knew I wouldn't succeed, but I didn't really care as I pounced at him with my claws shining in the dim light.

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