Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or Warriors or any of their characters. But I own the idea for this story.

Brambles scratched against Mr. Small's pelt as he slipped out of the den. But the pain was distant as he blinked to adjust to the first light of the day.

Once he could see, his eyes widened in surprise. The camp was huge! Way bigger than he ever imagined.

When he lifted his head to look at the trees surrounding the top of the hollow, a beam of light blinded him, and he quickly lowered his gaze to the bushes and plants that grew around the edge of the clearing. Most of the camp was bathed in shade, but the glow of morning broke through the canopy and made ideal sunning spots on the smooth ground.

He could feel that it was going to be a hot day, even though the sun was just beginning to rise; he'd guessed it was the middle of Greenleaf, which was the Clan term for summer.

Perfect weather to start a Clan. He padded farther into the clearing. Across from him, all the way on the other side of the camp, he noticed a gaping hole in a bramble bush, and realized that it was leading upward, into the forest. He strolled over there and peered into the shadows at the steep slope.

Then he glanced down at his short legs.

I barely look like an apprentice, he thought with a sinking feeling. I look more like a kit! How am I supposed to climb that?

Trying not to let his size bother him, Mr. Small walked back to the center of the clearing and gazed around. He noticed a bush beside the one he had woken under to find himself in this new world as a cat. Something about it seemed strange, how the brambles were pointing away from the yawning hole as if cats had used that entrance for a long time.

Curious, he wandered over there and forced his head into the bush, shutting his eyes tight so the brambles didn't poke them. When he blinked them open again, the small tom found himself staring at a large group of cats, immediately knowing that they had to be more of his friends; they were all still fast asleep in their own nests. The air was filled with gentle snores as they enjoyed their dreams, completely unaware of the life changing surprise that awaited them once they woke.

I'd hate for them to freak out like the others did, but if I don't wake them, how else will I find out who's who? Maybe I can think of a way to keep them calm so I can explain everything…

Mr. Small backed out of the den and turned around, almost bumping heads with Mr. Nervous. But he stopped just in time. He looked beyond the jumpy cat and saw that everyone— except for Mr. Lazy— had followed him out of the den they were all in just a few moments ago.

"What did you find?" Little Miss Naughty asked him.

"This is the warriors' den," Mr. Small guessed, pointing to the bush behind him.

"If that's the warriors' den," Mr. Nervous began, his tail twitching nervously," then what was the den we were just in?"

"Probably the apprentices' den," the small cat answered, once again feeling upset that he looked more like a kit than a warrior in training. But I have to be an apprentice, since I was in the den and not the nursery!

"So that means everyone who was in that den are apprentices?" Little Miss Giggles blinked a few times as if trying to understand life in a Clan.

Mr. Small nodded, deep in thought. "If we are apprentices," he finally meowed," then our names would have to end with 'paw'."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Scatterbrain asked, putting his head to one side.

"Well, for example, I would be called Smallpaw, and you'd be Scatterbrainpaw."

The four cats just stared at him, clearly still confused about everything.

"Why don't we just wake the others?" he went on, trying to hide his frustration, but he could feel the tip of his tail twitching. "I'll explain everything during the meeting," he promised over his shoulder as he turned back to the entrance of the den.

He poked his head into the bush again. This time he saw a black tom staring back at him, his light green eyes sparkling with excitement. There was something familiar about this cat.

"Mr. Nosy?" the small cat whispered.

"Mr. Small?" the black tom responded, and Mr. Small nodded.

"Are we in a Clan?" Mr. Nosy asked.

Once again, Mr. Small nodded. "Come on, Nose," he mewed, flexing his claws in the soft moss that lined the den floor. "Wake everyone up. Just tell them that there's a meeting, and we'll explain beyond that during it." He ducked out again before Mr. Nosy could say anything else.

A heartbeat later, Mr. Small heard startled meowing coming from inside the den. I don't think Mr. Nosy will be able to handle that large group all by himself, he realized with a heavy heart. He wished he could spare the time to help his friend, but right now, he had to find out if there were more cats located anywhere else in camp. Maybe in the leader's nest, or the nursery, or even the medicine clearing. But which den was which?

He looked across the open space and saw a rock sticking up out of the ground. He ran over there, studying it. Vines and brambles grew around the base, and it reminded him of the Highrock in ThunderClan where the leader stood and addressed the Clan during meetings.

This is where our leader will make important announcements, he decided, briefly wondering who that cat would be. As he scanned over the rock, trying to think of a name for it, he suddenly spotted a hole in the side of the hollow right behind the vantage point. He padded over to it, his eyes growing huge with amazement.

He was about to walk right in, but then he remembered a lesson every apprentice was taught on their first outing. He lifted his muzzle and sniffed deeply. He wasn't used to having such a sensitive nose, able to pick up every little scent, but he didn't think he smelled danger, so he entered the cave.

It was gloomy, the back covered in shadows. But this den was empty, no nest or anything that would have given away the presence of another cat. He sniffed again. Was that musty scent stone? He didn't envy whoever the leader would be if they had to stay in this depressing den all by themselves, away from the rest of the Clan.

Wanting to be in the cave no longer, he retreated back to the main clearing.

Okay, so there's no leader yet, Mr. Small thought, wishing he knew who would lead this Clan. As he wondered that, he began to ask himself who would also be the medicine cat. Thinking of the special cat who's able to communicate with the Clan's ancestors, he knew he should find out where the medicine den was.

As he glanced around, he spotted a bush of ferns nearest to the main entrance of the camp, and he figured it would be worth checking out. Then his gaze landed on a cave next to the warriors' den that had brambles around the outside as if to protect it. With his knowledge of the Clans, it was easy to guess which den was which, but he knew they would have to reinforce the ferns to keep any elders they had safe.

"Mr. Nervous! Mr. Scatterbrain!" He turned to the two toms, who were still standing by Little Miss Naughty and Little Miss Giggles. But when Mr. Small called them, they hurried over to him.

"Could you please look in that den over there?" he asked Mr. Nervous, flicking his tail to the ferns near the bramble entrance. "And you, Mr. Scatterbrain, check the cave, would you?"

The two cats nodded and dashed off to investigate the dens Mr. Small gestured to.

Then Mr. Small turned to gaze across the clearing, narrowing his eyes to the growing brightness as the sun climbed higher in the sky. He could just make out a den on the far side of the clearing, the entrance hidden by tendrils. Understanding that must be the medicine den, he padded over there, shouldering the screen aside to push his way through.

As the tendrils swished back into place, darkness engulfed the small cat. A little uncertain, he began to walk farther into the tunnel. All of his senses were alert for movement. Suddenly he felt like a real Clan cat and pride filled him up. Soon he'll be more like one than ever before. His fur tingled with excitement. He could hardly wait!

Pawsteps behind him made him jump, and he was just able to turn in the cramped space, slipping his claws out in case of danger. But relief washed over him when he realized that it was just the she-cat apprentices; he recognized their scents from when they were together earlier. Relaxing, he sheathed his claws.

"It's spooky in here," remarked Little Miss Giggles, her muzzle brushing against Mr. Small's ear as if she hadn't realized that he had stopped, but she halted when they made contact, and he could just make out her shape in the gloom; he noticed Little Miss Naughty pausing behind the brown apprentice.

"It's okay." The small cat slowly inched back around to start walking farther into the tunnel, flicking Little Miss Giggles with his tail to signal that he was moving again. "Nothing bad's going to happen."

There was light up ahead and a heartbeat later he stepped into a clearing, the two she-cats right behind him. He looked up to see a crack in the roof that allowed sunlight to shine into the shadowy den.

Glancing around, he spotted a small pool off to one side of the clearing, and he made a mental note that when they have sick cats it would be best to make a nest for them near the water so they wouldn't have to go far for a drink. Across the den, there was a hollowed out log, and he padded over there, sniffing deeply.

"What den is this?" Little Miss Naughty asked, distracting him, and he looked over his shoulder. She was gazing around her surroundings curiously.

"The medicine den." There was a faint smell in the air that Mr. Small thought must be the scent of herbs, but he didn't see any. Also there wasn't a nest in this den which was really disappointing because at the moment they had no leader and no medicine cat, the two most important cats in a Clan.

I can step up if some cat has a bellyache or gets a thorn in their paw, the small cat told himself, recalling simple herbs he remembered reading about in the books. But I really hope that StarClan sends us a medicine cat before someone gets seriously hurt.

"Come on, let's go back—" Mr. Small stopped meowing when he realized that he was now alone in the medicine cat den. "They must have gone back out," he murmured to himself as he too squeezed out of the den and stepped into the main clearing once more.

His gaze found the two she-cats who were crouching not far from him, seeming to be deep in conversation. Then he looked out across the camp, and spotted Mr. Nervous and Mr. Scatterbrain sitting beside the rock in front of the leader's den. He went over to join them. "So what did you find?" he asked as soon as he was within earshot.

"Find?" Mr. Scatterbrain questioned with an uneasy chuckle and a shrug.

"The dens," Mr. Small gently reminded him, unable to get upset with his scatterbrained friend. "Did you find anything in the den you checked?"

"Oh, that!" Mr. Scatterbrain exclaimed. Then he stopped talking, the tip of his tail twitching as if he was thinking of what to say next. After another moment of silence, he finally announced," I didn't see anyone in the cave."

Trusting what he said, knowing that it was very unlikely that they had any queens at the beginning— especially since they didn't even have a leader or a medicine cat yet— Mr. Small turned to Mr. Nervous. The light gray tabby tom seemed to jump when the small cat looked at him curiously, waiting for his report.

Lowering his gaze, Mr. Nervous stammered," T-There were two people—I m-mean cats—in the den I looked in."

"Who?" Mr. Small asked.

"Mr. Rude and Mr. Grumpy."

Mr. Small thought about the information they just gave him. "The cave is the nursery where she-cats will give birth and raise their kits," he explained, and he couldn't help but notice the other two toms looking embarrassed when he said that as if they didn't want to think about their female friends having offspring. Realizing this, he quickly added," So that means the other den must be where the elders sleep."

"I don't think Mr. Rude will like it when he finds out that he's an elder," Mr. Nervous murmured with a worried expression. "Neither will Mr. Grumpy."

"Well," Mr. Small began carefully, trying to think of something positive to say," Mr. Rude gets to be rude to the apprentices. He'll like that," he pointed out cheerfully, hoping this would reassure his jumpy friend. He didn't bother to bring up the subject of whether or not Mr. Grumpy will like being an elder. I doubt he will, but I'll deal with that later.

"But aren't we the apprentices?" Mr. Scatterbrain asked.

"Yes, but name one time when he wasn't rude to us," Mr. Small meowed.

Neither cat answered him.

Mr. Small looked around the camp, noticing that more cats had gathered in the clearing while he had been talking to Mr. Nervous and Mr. Scatterbrain.

He spotted Mr. Nosy talking to a gray tom and a white-and-gray tabby tom. Mr. Small excused himself and walked over to his best friend.

"But I don't want to be a cat!" the white-and-gray tabby tom was meowing as he came up. His voice was rough as if he was getting up there in age, but his eyes were still as fierce as any warrior's.

Mr. Grumpy, thought Mr. Small.

"How did we even become cats?" the other tom growled, flicking his tail crossly.

"I'll explain once—" Mr. Nosy broke off when he saw Mr. Small walking up to them. "Mr. Small!" he greeted his best friend, sounding relieved that he didn't have to deal with their angry friends by himself anymore.

Mr. Small dipped his head and sat beside the black tom. "We called this meeting to explain what's going on," he told them.

"Yes," Mr. Nosy meowed, nodding. "And um…" He hesitated.

Mr. Small thought for a moment, sensing what his friend wanted to say. I imagine we'll be here awhile so why not enjoy it while we can? "And we'd need to discuss new names," he mewed.

"I don't want a new name!" the gray tom hissed, flattening his ears.

"Mr. Rude, I'm sorry, but we are part of a Clan now. We don't have a choice. Do we?" Mr. Nosy sounded confused and he shifted his paws uncomfortably.

Mr. Rude turned his back on the two friends without replying; he stalked off, pushing through the crowd of cats that were gathered in the middle of the clearing, soon disappearing from sight in the sea of different colored pelts.

The white-and-gray tom, Mr. Grumpy, stormed off as well, sitting by himself away from the rest of the Clan. His tail twitched irritably.

When they were gone, Mr. Small turned to Mr. Nosy. "I can tell that the others aren't thrilled with this change," he murmured, letting out a soft sigh.

Mr. Nosy looked down at his friend. "But Mr. Rude and Mr. Grumpy aren't the easiest people to please," he pointed out, sounding a bit stressed. "I understand what you mean though," he added after a few moments of silence. "When I woke the ones who were in my den, they were freaking out and asking a bunch of questions that I didn't have the answer to. I'm curious to know the answers too…"

Mr. Small let out a mrrow of amusement. Then he got serious again and said," I think it's just waking up in a cat's body, in a whole different world. I'm sure they just want to go back home. But is there a way back?" He glanced at his best friend, noticing the worried look on his face as he stared at the cats who were gathered around the rock in front of the leader's den, meowing uneasily to one another.

The two sat in silence, and Mr. Small realized that for now they had to live as a Clan until they could find a way back to their own world. If there is a way back…

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