REMEMBER, THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE BATTLE WITH BLOODCLAN IN THE DARKEST HOUR

Chapter 1

Sandstorm felt a shiver from her head to the tip of her tail. Tigerstar, now leader of the whole forest, had called everyone together to discuss the fate of the clans. All, even Firestar, whose pelt brushed against hers, would be allowed to hear, though Tigerstar would likely kill them, Sandstorm thought with a sigh. It was strange how in battle less than a moon ago, Tigerstar had been killing very sparingly. Only Whitestorm had died, aside from Firestar's one lost life. He had eight more, which had always comforted Sandstorm, but Tigerstar could just sit there and kill him eight times easily. That thought haunted her in her dreams, and she knew that it would happen. Her precious Firestar would die. Likely before she got the chance to tell him the wonderful news that was his kits inside her. How she wished she could tell him now, but if Tigerstar knew, he would either have them killed or trained to be Tigerclan warriors. Trained to fight against their family. She had never thought she would feel so conflicted with this thing, while moons ago in Thunderclan all there would have been was joy. Her train of thought was lost when Tigerstar began to speak. "Cats of Tigerclan, I have called you together to discuss the future of our powerful clan, and who we can trust to be a part of it." His eyes flicked toward Firestar and Sandstorm, filled with a hatred he was trying too hard to mask. "We will have all cats who would like to join the clan and eliminate all former clan alliances please step forward. This decision will determine your fate. Sandstorm felt another shiver. She couldn't. She wouldn't be allowed. So she was most likely to die. But she saw some cats walk toward the rock, shame on some of their faces. They didn't want to die, and nobody judged them, but their kin and friends looked into their eyes with sadness. Goldenflower was Tigerstar's mate when he was in Thunderclan, so nobody blamed her. Willowpelt did it solely because she was expecting kits and they deserved better than to die. Darkstripe, Blackfoot, Oakfur, Boulder, Russetfur, Jaggedtooth, Cedarpaw,Rowanpaw and Tallpoppy all went too. They're Shadowclan, Sandstorm thought, so they really had no choice. Mudclaw of Windclan went too, and so did the Windclan queens, Ashfoot, Morningflower and Whitetail. Should she tell Firestar now, and go, Sandstorm thought. From Riverclan there was only the queen Mosspelt. "Now, all medicine cats and apprentices are required to step forward or die." Mudfur, Barkface and Runningnose stepped forward, but she didn't see Cinderpelt.

"I would rather die than join you." She spat at his feet and hissed. "I will not heal the wounds of your warriors, I will inflict them until the day I die." She proudly stalked over to me, and I wrapped my tail around hers. We watched the apprentices, Thornpaw and Ashpaw go join him. Fernpaw meekly followed Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw who Tigerstar guessed would follow him.

"Father, we're with Cinderpelt. We hate you." Tawnypaw said. As she and Bramblepaw walked to Firestar's side, their mother, Goldenflower, looked into their eyes with sadness. Fernpaw quietly followed them, afraid that the scary tom would say something to her. Gorsepaw of Windclan and Dawnpaw of Riverclan became Tigerclan.

"Now elders, we will also spare you." All the elders stepped forward. They were too weak. They even knew it. Sandstorm's heart was beating fast. What would happen to those who would not submit to them? "Now, the rest of you. I am going to take some of you by force. I will not expect loyalty from these, but I don't need it. Bramblepaw, Tawnypaw, Fernpaw, you WILL be warriors for Tigerclan." They went onto the cliff. "I also want Frostfur and Brackenfur, Deadfoot and Tornear, and Heavystep and Loudbelly." There weren't many remaining cats now. "I will require the rest of you to fight to the death, and one of you will live and be accepted into Tigerclan. Leaders will lose their other lives tonight. Only one of you will live, and you MUST murder your clanmates in a half moon. Sandstorm's heart stopped. If she lived, her kits would grow up never knowing their father, in a world of tyranny. Or maybe she would lose them. Their innocent lives were enough to fight for. She thought about the friends she stood beside, her mate, and her kin who stood all around her. She would die or live without them. She was a tribute.

Thank you for deciding to read this! I know I haven't updated Harry Potter: The Second Generation yet in the past week and a half or so, but I felt in a different sort of mood, and this is what came out. There really aren't many Hunger Games and Warriors crossovers, and I already have most of it prewritten. It will not be as short chapters as in the Harry Potter one. I've been working on that. Please review! My second story.