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Clan/Rank : RiverClan, Apprentice
 
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 | | Subject: Hunger Games Warriors Fanfiction Thu 8 Dec 2011 - 18:32 | |
| Storyline: - Spoiler:
The Clans met the Dark Forest in war. It was a struggle for the Clans, betrayed by their own Clanmates. After one whole moon of agony, hurt and the desperation to survive, the Dark Forest won, outnumbering the Clans. To remind them of their rebellion, the Hunger Games began.
The Clans, were powerless against the Dark Forest. The Tribe of the Falling Darkness was discovered and forced to share the same fate as the Clans.
One she-cat and one tom from each Clan and the tribe, ranging from apprentices to deputies, are chosen each year for the Hunger Games, organised by the Dark Forest. There are eight Clans in total - ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, SkyClan, IceClan, FireClan AwesomeClan and one tribe - The Tribe of the Falling Darkness. These 18 tributes will enter an arena that changes as the Dark Forest wishes.
There is only one victor. The rules of the games is killed or be killed.
Tributes- Spoiler:
THUNDERCLAN
Name: Owlhook
Description: Tawny brown tom with a white scruff and has a vicious scar across his pelt.
Personality: Owlhook is an extremely clever tom and is always very cautious.
Status: ThunderClan Senior Warrior
Name: Lightningstorm
Description: Dark gray she-cat, almost black, with a lightning-shaped patch of blonde fur on her right shoulder and sky blue eyes.
Personality: Lightningstorm is an extremely sociable cat and enjoys having company.
Status: ThunderClan Warrior
RIVERCLAN
Name: Streamfur
Description: Blue-gray tom with white belly fur.
Personality: Loyalty is above everything to Streamfur. She always puts her Clan first.
Status: RiverClan Deputy
Name: Brightpaw
Description: Slender, long-legged silver tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes and shadowy black stripes
Personality: Inquisitive and compassionate.
Status: RiverClan Apprentice
WINDCLAN
Name: Honeypaw
Description: Golden-wheat pelt with brown tail, ears, paws, mask and stunningly intense almond-shaped aqua eyes.
Personality: Enjoys tree-climbing and swimming, despite being a WindClan cat.
Status: WindClan Apprentice
Name: Emberstrike
Description: Gray-and-white she-cat.
Personality: Emberstrike has a determined personality and does not easily give up.
Status: WindClan Warrior
SHADOWCLAN
Name: Darkheart
Description: Dark brown tabby tom with a stripes all over and spotted hind legs.
Personality: Extremely annoying and enjoys killing.
Status: ShadowClan Warrior
Name: Shadowseer
Description: Black-and-silver she-cat with a torn left ear.
Personality: Quiet and reserved. Always seems to unnerve others.
Status: ShadowClan Senior Warrior
SKYCLAN
Name: Icetail
Description: White and black she cat with a long white fluffy tail, white paws, muzzle, and belly. She also has blue eyes and random spots of black along her back.
Personality: Mischievous and outgoing. Icetail is an extremely lovable cat.
Status: SkyClan Warrior
Name: Stormclaw
Description: Big, powerful smoky grey tom with amber eyes and white belly.
Personality: Headstrong and reckless. Doesn’t speak much and prefers to be alone.
Status: SkyClan Warrior
ICECLAN
Name: Coldfang
Description: Titanium-coloured, green eyes, long whiskers, really long claws.
Personality: Seems unfriendly at first but is actually quite amiable
Status: IceClan Senior Warrior
Name: Snowlily
Description: Pure white she-cat with deep blue eyes. She is smaller than average and very agile.
Personality: Patient and understanding. Snowlily has a very reserved personality.
Status: IceClan Senior Warrior
FIRECLAN
Name: Scorchscar
Description: Pale gray battle-scarred tabby tom
Personality: Merciless and bloodthirsty.
Status: FireClan Senior Warrior
Name: Flameflicker
Description: Small flame-coloured she-cat with blackened fur along his paws.
Personality: Being small in size, Flameflicker is often underestimated by others. She is unusually nimble and agile.
Status: FireClan Warrior
AWESOMECLAN
Name: Crookedjaw
Description: Dark brown tabby tom with black stripes, white underbelly and ice blue eyes.
Personality: Tough and brawny. Crookedjaw is arrogant and is not very popular among his Clan.
Status: AwesomeClan Warrior
Name: Hazeldust
Description: Long-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with emerald-green eyes with a white chest, muzzle, and paws, and a silky tail.
Personality: Enjoys teasing others and has a bright personality.
Status: AwesomeClan Deputy
TRIBE OF THE FALLING DARKNESS
Name: Gale of the Northern Wind
Description: Pure white tom with broad shoulders and thick fur
Personality: Strong and very brave.
Status: Cave-Guard
Name: Grace of the Nightingale’s Song
Description: Small delicate gray tabby she-cat with unusual purple eyes
Personality: Energetic and swift. Grace acts on her instincts.
Status: To-Be
CHAPTER ONEFlameflicker's point of view. A little about the life of FireClan and how she got chosen for the Hunger Games. - Spoiler:
“Move faster fire-breath!”
There was a rough shove from behind and the flame-coloured she-cat stumbled forward. She quickly tucked her tail and paws, rolling forward in one fluid motion to her paws. She was up and running, barely registering her fall.
A growl rumbled in her throat as she tore across the clearing with a bundle of sticks gripped tightly in her jaws. She flattened her ears in determination as she reached the large pile of wood, consisting of broken sticks, fallen branches and dead leaves, and added her own onto it. She had been doing this for the entire afternoon and her muscles were sore from running.
A dark forest tom, who was supervising her training nearby, nodded curtly. “You’ve done enough for today, Flameflicker. Get some rest.”
Flameflicker dipped her head respectfully, panting slightly. She could have sworn that there was a glimpse of satisfaction in his eyes but was almost immediately replaced by a cold hard glint. She shook the dust off her coat and padded over towards the river for a drink. She could see silhouettes of cats beyond the river. She had a strong yearning to swim across the border and explore the marshy wetlands where RiverClan cats reside in.
The only thing stopping her was the punishment. Everyone feared the punishment. She feared the punishment. There were only a small number of daring cats who broke the laws and they never came back. They just simply vanished with not a single trace left. Gone. Just like that.
What do RiverClan cats do? Do they collect wood like us? What do they look like? There were so many questions bursting in her mind and she shook her head to clear them. Cats from different Clans and Tribe were not allowed to be in contact with each other in any way. Only the Dark Forest cats, who ruled over them, were allowed to patrol freely.
All the same, it’s best to avoid them, Flameflicker thought, padding through the familiar forest that she had grown up with for 14 moons. The cool wind ruffled her fur as she raced past the towering oak trees, straight into FireClan camp.
There was a flurry of ginger and she heard her name being called. Before she knew it, something landed on her shoulders, pinning her down onto the ground.
“Flameflicker, look at meeeee!”
“Auburnpaw, you’re supposed to be going for your first apprentice training session with your mentor!” Flameflicker batted her sister away lightly.
“I wanted to see you first! Look, I’m an apprentice now!”
Flameflicker loved her sister more than anything in the world and couldn’t bring herself to snap at her. “Off you go then, Auburnpaw! Firefur is waiting for you!” She mewed, flicking her tail towards the russet tom, who was watching them from a distance with his whiskers twitching in amusement. Nuzzling her for one last time, the ginger she-cat bolted after her mentor.
Flameflicker dropped into a crouch and sprang onto a low branch of a birch tree nimbly, landing neatly on all four paws. The sun dipped below the horizon as the moon rose, nestling among the starry sky. Its full moon! Her fur along her spine bristled in horror.
A full moon could only mean one thing.
It’s the beginning of the Hunger Games.
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“I wonder who will get chosen.”
“Great StarClan! Stop pacing about!”
“Sorry… this is really getting on my nerves.”
“There’s only a slight chance that you’ll get chosen!”
Flameflicker was listening to the hushed murmurings as the Dark Forest cats silently swarmed into the camp, staring at them with unblinking eyes. A cream-coloured Dark Forest she-cat was sitting on the tall boulder, her tail curled over her paws. Ivytail, Flameflicker shuddered at her name. She was in charge of FireClan.
“Happy Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour!” She mewed, her voice soft and unnerving. There were two pieces of bark in front of her, with the chosen tributes’ names clawed onto. Flameflicker shifted uncomfortably. Don’t let it be me. Not me, please, she willed with all her might to StarClan.
“The she-cat tribute will be…” There was a pause. “Auburnpaw.”
Panic flooded through Flameflicker’s mind. Her sister was barely an apprentice! It was obvious that such a young cat wouldn’t survive! She couldn’t watch her sister get torn into shreds by the other tributes.
“No!” she yowled, pushing her way through the front. “I volunteer! I’ll take her place!”
Almost immediately, there was a huge commotion among her Clanmates and Auburnpaw was staring at her with eyes as wide as moons. Flameflicker took a deep breath.
“I volunteer,” She repeated, looking at Ivytail directly in the eyes. “I volunteer as a tribute.”
“And you are?”
“Flameflicker.”
Ivytail merely acknowledged it with a flick of her tail before announcing, “Very well. The male-cat tribute will be Scorchscar.”
A pale gray battle-scarred tom stepped forward, his claws already unsheathed. Oh no! Of all cats, why must it be Scorchscar? Flameflicker shuddered. Scorchscar was the most bloodthirsty warrior in FireClan. His fellow cronies yowled approvingly.
The Dark Forest cats were waiting by the camp entrance, ready to leave. Flameflicker faltered in her pawsteps. She couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to her sister. Auburnpaw padded up to Flameflicker, her eyes brimming with emotions. There was no need for words to express.
“Don’t go,” Auburnpaw managed to croak.
Flameflicker nuzzled Auburnpaw affectionately, licking her ears. “I’m sorry Auburnpaw. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” She mewed, her voice barely a whisper.
A Dark Forest tabby twitched his ear, beckoning her over. Flameflicker nodded and breathed in her sister’s scent, painfully reminding her of home.
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Flameflicker half-heartedly padded over to join Scorchscar and the Dark Forest cats. She glanced back for one last time. Auburnpaw was sitting there, her eyes never leaving her. Flameflicker’s heart etched with sorrow at the sight of her sister. So beautiful. So many memories. On a silent signal, they leaped into the undergrowth.
CHAPTER TWOBrightpaw's point of view. She meets the other tributes and her mentor, who tells her a story that one would never forget. - Spoiler:
As they made their way through the Dark Forest territory, Brightpaw felt uneasy passing through the sinister-looking woods and was tensed and alert for the slightest threat. She kept walking on, lost in thought about what had happened before.
Her mother, on the verge of kitting, was wailing as they took her away. She felt a sharp pang of loneliness without her mother’s warmth and company. She was on her own now.
“We’re here,” Streamfur nudged her, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. Brightpaw blinked as she scanned around her surroundings. The rest of the tributes were already there, their attention suddenly focused on the two new tributes. She looked down at her paws, suddenly finding them of great interest, not looking at anyone in the eye.
“Each tribute will have a mentor to prepare you for the 76th Hunger Games,” A long-haired dark brown tom, supposedly the leader of the Dark Forest, mewed, breaking the silence. “You are given three days before the actual Hunger Games begin.”
From the corner of her eye, Brightpaw saw a blue-gray tom approaching her. A wave of familiarity and relieve flooded through her when she recognised who he was. The winner of the 75th Hunger Games, Shimmertail!
“You seem to already know who I am,” The warrior mewed in a musical voice, his azure blue eyes warm and friendly. “I’m assigned to be your mentor.”
Brightpaw dipped her head shyly. After an entire afternoon of rigorous training, she finally knew how Shimmertail managed to survive, ranging from hiding in the trees for long periods of time without moving to escaping from enemies when discovered.
“Do you have any advice for me?” Brightpaw piped up, stretching the soreness out of her muscles.
For the first time in her life, she saw Shimmertail falter, his eyes dull with sorrow. Her pelt burned uncomfortably as she waited for his reply. After a few heartbeats, Shimmerfur mewed an almost unintelligible reply, “Stay alive.”
“Could you… could you tell me how you won?” Brightpaw asked.
Shimmertail’s gaze darkened. “Throughout the whole Hunger Games, I stayed in the shadows, striking only when I saw a chance.” His voice dropped by an octave. “So many… so many lives I’ve taken…”
Shimmertail shuddered, as if he was remembering what had happened. “There was only one she-cat left. I was about to sink my teeth into her when I stopped.” He paused, his eyes glazed. His voice was thick with grief. “I couldn’t.”
“I could see it in her eyes before she did it. She… she drowned herself.” His voice wavered. “Gone. She’s gone forever.”
Brightpaw felt a wave of sympathy for her mentor. “Who was she?”
“You didn’t know?” Shimmertail’s eyes widened.
Brightpaw shook her head.
“She was my sister.”
THREEShadowseer's point of view. How she does in her performance to impress the Dark Forest cats. It has a spooky ending with Coldfang. - Spoiler:
Shadowseer reared onto her hind legs, raking her claws smoothly down the cedar oak. She let out a purr of satisfaction at her sharpened claws. Darkheart was nearby, grimly walking about restlessly. “I’m really bored!” He complained indignantly, settling down on the cold hard ground.
“That’s not my fault! Get something to do!” Shadowseer snapped back, fluffing her fur in annoyance and shredding the tree’s bark.
“Why can’t ShadowClan go first?” he whined, pawing her tail. “I can’t wait any longer!”
“Just because – “Shadowseer broke off as a massive dark brown tabby tom headed over towards them. It was Tigerstar, the leader of the Dark Forest. “It’s your turn now,” He told her, his amber eyes gleaming. “Blackfoot is waiting for you. Do your best. ShadowClan always gets the highest score.”
Shadowseer nodded coolly back and slid into the entrance of the cave. There were Dark Forest cats everywhere, their eyes flashing as she walked past into the centre.
A white tom with black paws was waiting for her. He acknowledged her presence with the twitch of his ear.
His voice rang clearly,” Impress me.”
Shadowseer dropped into a crouch, springing into the air and digging her claws into the wall before releasing her grip, and twisting her body with her claws outstretched and landing on the ground neatly on her paws.
“Very agile,” He commented dryly. “Next time, tuck in your legs more and keep your tail low.”
Shadowseer dipped her head, pleased with herself. I wonder what my score would be, she thought as she joined the rest of the tributes who were waiting by the large oak tree.
“The highest score is eleven, from Coldfang of IceClan!”
Shadowseer glanced at the titanium-coloured tom with deep hatred and admiration. He seemed to realise she was glancing at him and his mysterious green eyes met hers. Not just any normal green. It was the colour of pine leaves with a smoky ring of aqua blue around it.
She blinked and turned away from him. What’s wrong with me? She scolded herself silently. You can’t let anything distract you!
As she was about to leave, someone brushed against her.
“Did you like my eyes?” A voice mewed sweetly from behind.
Shadowseer spun around in surprise, only to find no one. Not a single soul. But the ghostly voice kept on echoing in her mind.
Did you like my eyes? Did you like my eyes?
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