Okay so yeah I know this isn't a Warriors fanfic but I had to write something and I stuck it here cause this deals with cats.

Alistair is my cat (call him Al!) Al-is-ter

I lay silently in the dark, crying into my pillow. Sadness wraps itself around me like a cloak as I look from my pillow and to my wall at a picture of me and my cat. I stare at it for a while then bury my face back into my pillow. By trying to cheer myself up a little, I retrace my cat's first night with me. Holding him in the car on the way to his new home with me, him getting stuck in a Coke box and crying for help, pulling him out and cuddling him in my arms.

Then I think of what my cat accomplished in his life.

He ate a marshmallow, he meowed for twenty minutes nonstop, and he got stuck in a Coke box.

But his biggest one was being famous. He was FAMOUS! He was the picky Himalayan of the State Science Fair winner in Benton. What a great cat he was.

I think of the morning everything started. My mom woke me up and said we had to take our cat to the Emergency Animal Hospital. I quickly jumped up and asked why; she said he wasn't breathing very well and he looked sick. We stuffed Al into his cage (with much complication) and drove to the hospital. On the way, I smell something terrible; it made me want to throw up. I scrunch away quickly and think of what it could be. Fear? No, I've never smelled this before. I think about a series I read and pick out one part.

"The Medicine Cat's Den smelled sour with illness."

I smell it again and it is sour. Illness is it. He's sick? He doesn't look sick!

I stop myself there so I don't make myself cry again. I turn onto my back and look at my ceiling.

"We're going to bury him next to Bessie and Buster." My mom had said earlier.

"Can't we bury him at our new house?" I said.

"We can't," She said, "We could get in trouble if we go in the backyard before we move."

"We can freeze him until then!" I suggested suddenly. My mom looked at me then nodded slowly.

"I suppose so."

I smile softly at the thought that we could at least bury him at out new house. We would freeze him until then, it wouldn't hurt him. He can't feel anymore, he's numb with death and is as cold as ice. What I wouldn't tell myself earlier I tell myself now.

My brave Warrior went home today.

Sorry for the crappiness (spell check) I was sad so therefore it is bad.