Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or Warriors or any of their characters. But I own the idea for this story.
The rising sun broke over the trees as Mr. Nosy sat in the clearing, staring up at the sky. He opened his jaws in a massive yawn. He didn't get much sleep last night. He kept thinking about everything that happened the day before. Whenever he would doze off, he'd dream about getting in a huge disagreement with his best friend, Mr. Small, and the nightmare would trouble him so much that he would jerk awake. This happened several times throughout the night, and every time he was sure he disturbed his little buddy.
A few times throughout the night, Mr. Small would rise his head and ask him if everything was okay, to which Mr. Nosy would quickly say yes everything was fine and he'd lay back down and start snoring like he immediately fell back to sleep. He doubted his friend believed he actually fell asleep that fast, but he didn't try to continue the conversation.
Mr. Nosy would sigh with relief and lay there until he did fall asleep. But he'd have the nightmare again and jerk awake and Mr. Small would once again ask him if he was fine and Mr. Nosy would lie and say yes and go back to sleep. After that, Mr. Small didn't ask him if he was okay again, but whenever he'd jerk awake, Mr. Nosy could feel his friend watching him. So he didn't get much sleep last night, and he had a feeling today would be a lot tougher than yesterday.
Now he lowered his gaze from the sky and watched as his friends gathered in the clearing, muttering to each other. He pricked his ears and heard someone say," We're still cats."
"Yeah," someone else said back. "I was hoping yesterday was nothing more than a dream. But apparently not." Whoever spoke, let out a long sigh.
Mr. Nosy sighed too. Oh, how much simpler it would be if all this was just a dream.
He watched as the cats huddled together miserably, a few gazing around with wide, frightened eyes. He frowned, about to go over there, but he froze when he noticed someone already moving among their friends. He eyed the black-and-white cat as he spoke calmly to Mr. Nervous, who was crouching by himself, shaking uncontrollably.
But as Mr. Bounce spoke to him, he visibly relaxed and stood up. Mr. Bounce laid his tail on his shoulder and gently guided him toward more of their friends, where he was greeted warmly by Little Miss Sunshine and Little Miss Helpful.
Mr. Nosy wondered what he said to the nervous cat, and he was about to go ask him when he noticed another cat approaching him. He turned toward his friend as Mr. Scatterbrain walked up. The brown-and-white tom stopped in front of him. "Mr. Small wants you," he said, pointing with his paw toward a cluster of dens where most of their friends slept last night.
"Thank you." Mr. Nosy stood up and walked over there. As soon as he poked his head into the bush, he spotted his best friend crouching beside a cream colored ball of fur, and Mr. Nosy sighed.
"What's going on?" he asked, pushing his way into the den.
The sound of his voice made Mr. Small look up. "I can't wake him," he told him, looking exasperated.
Mr. Nosy approached and stared down at the sleeping cat, watching as his side raised and fell. We may not be a Clan, he thought to himself. But that doesn't mean that Mr. Lazy should sleep the day away.
Suddenly he remembered that Mr. Lazy wanted to leave to go live as a kittypet. Did he forget that? He poked him and opened his mouth to remind his friend, but before he could say anything, another voice spoke and Mr. Nosy turned to see Little Miss Chatterbox entering the den.
"Can I try?" she asked hesitantly, and Mr. Nosy remembered how close she and Mr. Lazy seemed last night.
"Sure," the black tom replied, and he gestured for Mr. Small to follow him.
In the main clearing again, Mr. Nosy decided to call a meeting. He bounded across the open space and jumped onto the Bramblerock. "Everyone gather, please!" he yowled, and soon all his friends were surrounding the rock. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear him. "Who all is leaving to become kittypets?" he asked, making sure there were no accusations or doubt in his voice.
Even though I can't imagine life as a soft, spoiled kitty with a twoleg to take care of me, he thought, trying not to show his discomfort, I can't really blame anyone who would rather that life than out here in the wild where it can be dangerous.
Movement caught his eye and he turned to see Mr. Lazy appearing out of the den. He stepped forward. "I want to become a kittypet," he announced.
"Me too!" Little Miss Chatterbox squeezed out behind him and looked at him with a look full of love, and Mr. Nosy found that he wasn't surprised. Anyone can tell she was falling for the lazy cat.
"Anyone else?" Mr. Nosy called out.
"I'm leaving as well," Mr. Fussy spoke up, walking over to join Mr. Lazy and Little Miss Chatterbox.
Mr. Nosy dipped his head and waited for more of his friends to say they were leaving too but silence engulfed the clearing. Bracing himself, he jumped off the boulder. "I will come with you and help you all find good homes." He looked around and called to the nearest cats. "Mr. Bump, Mr. Tickle, will you come with us?"
They nodded and Mr. Nosy looked at the others. "Stay in camp," he told them. "Take the time to explore the clearing more and make your nests as comfortable as can be."
"What about food?" Little Miss Scary asked, and several of the others muttered an agreement, complaining that they haven't eaten since they came here.
If Mr. Fussy hadn't made such a big deal about the prey last night, Mr. Nosy thought, forcing down his frustration, everyone might have been able to eat before going to bed. Now they're even hungrier.
"There's leftovers from last night," Mr. Small told them. Then he added," But probably not enough for every cat."
Mr. Nosy thought for a moment. "Miss. Daredevil and Miss. Curious caught some prey last night so they can go hunting again. But," he quickly added, turning to the two she-cats," don't go too far from camp. You don't want to get lost and be careful. Keep a lookout for foxes or… other cats." Suddenly he remembered seeing that dark cream cat yesterday by the fence. He forgot to mention it to Mr. Small.
Maybe I'll see him again today and I can talk to him, the black tom thought, curious to learn about the cats in this area.
He looked around at every cat and spotted who he was searching for. "Mr. Bounce."
The black-and-white tom straightened in surprise. "Yeah?" he asked.
"You're in charge while I'm away."
Mr. Bounce's ears flicked up in shock. "You mean… like a leader?"
Instantly yowls of protest exploded from the gathered cats, arguing that they don't need a leader. Thinking quickly, Mr. Nosy meowed," No, not a leader. Just help any cat who needs help. There's no reason to put a name to it. Everyone should help out as much as they can."
Maybe saying Mr. Bounce's in charge wasn't the best of ideas, the black tom thought, but he was glad that his reasoning seemed to relax every cat.
Mr. Nosy took the lead out of camp, Mr. Small falling in step behind him, along with Mr. Bump and Mr. Tickle and the ones who have chosen to become kittypets. They walked in silence, but they didn't go far before Mr. Nosy noticed a dip in the ground ahead of them.
Pausing, he turned to tell the others to watch their step, but Mr. Bump kept walking and suddenly he disappeared over the edge. His friends rushed forward, and relief washed over Mr. Nosy when he spotted the mottle gray tom sprawled out on the ground in a hollow; his eyes were wide with surprise, but he seemed unhurt.
Carefully, Mr. Nosy climbed down into the hollow and nudged his friend. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Mr. Bump blinked and stumbled to his paws, shaking dirt out of his pelt. "Fine," he panted. Then he looked embarrassed as he added," I need to be more careful."
Mr. Nosy was about to agree, when an excited noise from his best friend made him turn to see Mr. Small gazing around the hollow with shining eyes.
"This would be perfect!" the small cat mewed.
Mr. Fussy, who was slowly picking his way down, with Mr. Lazy and Little Miss Chatterbox right behind him, narrowed his eyes. "Perfect for what?" he asked, as the last of the cats, Mr. Tickle, slided into the hollow.
"A training area!" Mr. Small told the fussy cat.
Mr. Nosy groaned inwardly. Using all of his strength to control himself, Mr. Nosy walked over to his friend and reminded him, yet again, that they weren't a Clan. Mr. Small stared at him, hurt in his eyes, and Mr. Nosy turned away, unable to see that expression on his closest friend. "We don't need training," the black tom went on without looking at Mr. Small. "The only kind of warrior skills we could find handy now are hunting skills."
It was silent for a moment, and Mr. Nosy forced himself to look back at his friend. A look of betrayal was on Mr. Small's face, and he opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the woods were filled with an ear splitting yowl: "Help! Fox!"
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