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

A warm breeze woke Mr. Small, but he didn't want to get up just yet. He's never had such a good night's sleep before, and he just wanted to stay in bed and rest for a little bit longer. Eyes still closed, he reached out, blindly searching for his blanket to pull over his head to block out the chatter of birds.

But he couldn't locate his blanket and he suddenly realized he didn't feel like he was in his bed anymore. Instead of the soft mattress, he was laying on something hard.

As he wondered where he could be, more confused than frightened, he started questioning other things: Like how was he able to feel the wind when he was supposed to be inside? Or how he was able to hear the birds so clearly? For a moment, he thought maybe they just forgot to close the window last night, but then he realized that even if that was the case, it didn't explain why he wasn't in his bed.

Blinking open his eyes, Mr. Small was immediately blinded by bright light. Half closing his eyes, he waited until he could see again. He found himself in a clearing with trees surrounding him. He jumped up and stumbled, not understanding why he was so off balance. He laid back down, waiting until he stopped being dizzy.

Then he sat up and looked down, gasping when he saw four paws instead of two feet; his body was covered with brown-and-gray fur, and something flicked at the edge of his vision. He turned and saw a tail connected to his rear, slowly twitching back and forth.

Great McGillicuddy, I'm a cat! His mind flashed to the book series he had been reading with his best friend. Am I in a Clan? he wondered.

Mr. Small didn't know if he should feel excited or scared. He had grown to love Warriors so much that he would often find himself thanking StarClan if something good happened or calling out for their help if he was in trouble. He had even started using Clan terms without realizing it, and he knew his best friend, Mr. Nosy, did the same. And now, Mr. Small was a cat, most likely in a Clan; this might be his only chance to experience life as a real warrior instead of just reading about them!

Even though he was looking forward to doing things Clan cats did, anxiety still nagged at him. He wondered how he got here and if there was a way back home. He loved the thought of becoming a warrior, but he knew he'll miss Dillydale and all of his friends.

There's no need to worry about any of that now, he told himself, deciding that while he was a part of this world, he was going to enjoy it and worry about getting home later. He stood up and stretched, arching his back and lowering his front half. Then he straightened and shook out his pelt to get rid of the last of his sleepiness.

It was then that he noticed another cat close by. He stared at it and watched as the side of it rose and fell as it slept.

Mr. Small couched low and crept closer, his belly fur brushing the ground. He stopped beside the cat, his ears twitching. This cat had a light gray pelt, and Mr. Small wondered who it could be. He poked the cat's side, gentle at first, but when the cat didn't stir, he jabbed his paw harder into its ribs.

The cat jumped to his paws and Mr. Small realized it was a tom. He stared into his purple eyes, and Mr. Small saw that there were darker gray rings around the tom's eyes that made it look like he was wearing glasses. As soon as he saw Mr. Small, he backed away and yowled," Demon cat! Don't hurt me!"

Mr. Small almost purred with relief when he recognized the cat's voice. He realized he wouldn't be lonely here after all. His friends had followed him to this new world. Leaning closer to the light gray cat, he whispered to him," Everything's alright, Mr. Nervous. Keep your voice down, s'il vous plait." He paused for a moment, glancing around at all the sleeping cats around them. He lowered his voice even more. "It's me, Mr. Small."

"You're not Mr. Small!" the other tom responded, backing even farther away from Mr. Small. "Mr. Small is a–" He stopped when he stepped on a cat's tail, and jumped back as the cat stirred under him. Mr. Nervous looked all around him, widening his eyes when he saw all the cats. Then he glanced down at his own feline features and gasped. "I'm a cat!" he exclaimed, eyes so wide that Mr. Small could see the white rims.

I need to calm him down before he steps on even more cats! Mr. Small thought urgently. The cat that Mr. Nervous stepped on, shifted and then went back to sleep. Mr. Small sighed with relief; he didn't want to wake anyone else if they'd freak out like Mr. Nervous.

"Shh!" the small cat hiss through clenched teeth. When the light gray tabby looked startled, he realized how harsh he sounded. Giving him an apologetic look, he whispered to him," Be quiet, please." He flicked his tail toward the nearest cat and lowered his voice even more," We don't want to wake our friends."

"B-But where a-are w-we?" Mr. Nervous stuttered, and he glanced around the clearing, eyes huge and full of panic. Mr. Small needed to think of something to say and fast.

"I believe we're part of a Clan now," Mr. Small told him, sitting down in front of his friend and wrapping his tail tightly around his paws.

"A… Clan?" the nervous cat echoed, putting his head to one side. He still seemed very nervous, shifting his eyes all around. But at least he spoke quietly now, his voice hushed with fear.

"Yes, a Clan." Mr. Small looked around at the large group of cats. "Miss. Magic must have turned all of Dillydale into cats," he muttered, half to himself. Suddenly his pelt started itching with excitement. He remembered how worried he had been before she cast her spell, but now he didn't think it was such a terrible idea after all, and he was glad they asked her for help.

His tail shot up as he jumped to his paws. "Clan life is great!" he yowled. For a moment, he forgot about the need to be quiet, but when he remembered, he glanced around anxiously at all his friends. Some of them flipped over or murmured in their sleep, but none of them lifted their heads. He sighed with relief.

Mr. Nervous blinked. "Is it?" he asked, nervous and confused.

In a low voice, Mr. Small told him the basics of Clan life, from when they wake up to when they go to their nest after a hard day of patrolling and training. He also mentioned the special cats such as the leader and medicine cat that keeps the Clan running smoothly.

"So now Dillydale is a Clan," Mr. Nervous said quietly when Mr. Small had finished explaining, and the light gray tabby stared at his paws.

"Yes." Mr. Small nodded, thinking. Then he added," But I think it'd be called DillyClan now."

"DillyClan? What's a DillyClan?"

Mr. Small and Mr. Nervous turned to see a brown-and-white tom staring at them from where he sat in between two she-cats. Mr. Small padded quietly over to the cat and blinked at him, trying to figure out who this was. Then he noticed his magenta-colored eyes and instantly recognized him when he remembered his voice.

"Mr. Scatterbrain?" he asked softly, and the other tom nodded.

"Don't you notice anything different?" Mr. Nervous had followed Mr. Small over to Mr. Scatterbrain and sat beside the small cat, eyeing a nearby ginger she-cat.

Mr. Scatterbrain thought for a moment, studying his two friends closely. Finally, he answered cheerfully," You got a haircut!" The brown-and-white cat looked convinced that he got it right.

"No, Mr. Scatterbrain," replied Mr. Small gently, shaking his head.

"We're cats!" Mr. Nervous blurted out loudly, and several heads popped up, turning to the nervous cat. Mr. Small was about to silence his jumpy friend, but it was too late.

All around the clearing, cats were jumping to their paws and turning in circles, staring in shock at their surroundings and the cats nearest to them. The air was filled with yowling as cats began to panic, running around or crouching and gazing up at the trees and sky above them.

In their fit, several cats ran into each other, and Mr. Small spotted a mottle gray tom laying on the ground, his paw pressed against his chest as he cried with agony. He needed to get everyone's attention before anyone else got hurt.

Gazing around wildly, he noticed a black tom with light green eyes watching every cat with a concerned look on his face. Relief crashed over him and he ran over to the cat.

"Mr. Nosy?" he asked, skidding to a halt beside the black cat, who jumped back in surprise, but then pure joy exploded in his eyes.

"Mr. Small!" he gasped. He stepped closer and rubbed against the small cat. Then he stepped back and looked around the chaos again. "What's happening?" he asked. "Why are we cats?"

Mr. Small shook his head. There wasn't time to explain everything. "We can figure that out later," he said in a rush. "We need to calm everyone down before someone gets seriously hurt."

The black tom looked around. "Look at that." He pointed to a tall boulder on the other side of the clearing. "It looks like the Highrock. Maybe we can call for attention up there?"

"Great idea, Nose!" Mr. Small jumped back when a brown she-cat ran by. "We need to get past our friends without running into anyone!"

Mr. Nosy took a step toward the boulder; then he hopped back when someone crossed his path. "We have to make a run for it. Are you ready?"

Nodding, Mr. Small waited for another cat to run by. Then he bolted to the other side of the clearing, stopping when he got to the tall rock. He stood, panting, as his best friend came running up. But they couldn't rest now. Their friends were still panicking and they needed to climb this boulder and get everyone's attention.

Mr. Nosy went first, lapping to the top with ease. But Mr. Small had shorter legs, and didn't make it all the way. He dangled off the edge, his hind legs swinging in the air. Leaning forward, Mr. Nosy grabbed his scruff in his teeth and pulled him the rest of the way up.

"Thanks!" Mr. Small gasped. Then he looked down, suddenly dizzy with how high he was. He had to crouch down so he didn't fall off the boulder.

Below, their friends were still panicking. Mr. Small took a deep breath and straightened up, throwing his head back to shout loud enough to get everyone's attention.

His yowl made every cat freeze and turn to them. He let out another breath and opened his mouth to speak, but many of his friends started asking questions.

"What is happening?"

"Why are we cats?"

"Where are we?

"Can someone please explain what is going on?"

Mr. Small and Mr. Nosy exchanged a worried glance. How can they calm everyone down so they can listen?

"Hey!" Mr. Small called. "Please listen to us!"

It took several moments but finally everyone fell quiet and Mr. Small was thankful.

"Okay, I know this is a shock, but we can make this work."

"Make what work?" someone called out.

"We're part of a Clan, and we're in the wild now," Mr. Small told them.

"What kind of Clan?" asked someone.

"A warrior Clan," Mr. Small answered.

"Warrior Clan? Isn't that a book series?"

Mr. Small nodded, but someone called up to them," But why are we cats now? We weren't cats yesterday!"

The best friends on the boulder shared a glance. Should they tell them the truth? Mr. Small didn't want to lie to his friends, but he was worried how they would react to the news that it was Mr. Small's and Mr. Nosy's fault they were cats now.

We went to Miss. Magic, the small cat thought. If we never asked her to zap us the books, we wouldn't be here as cats right now.

He frowned and shifted his paws, wondering how to start the confession.

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