I've always liked the Hunger Games and Warriors crossovers…anyways please review!

"Cats of all of the Clans…" Tigerstar meowed, an evil smile on his face. Every Clan was gathered around the lake.

"Thank you all for coming here. We will now state our reason for sending all of you here," Hawkfrost meowed.

"Every year there will be a Death Game."

Yowls of incomprehension and fear filled the air. "Death Game?" one cat echoed. "Every year?" another one whimpered.

"Yes," Hawkfrost purred.

"There will be 24 tributes, six tributes from each Clan," Tigerstar mewed "And only one winner…" Tigerstar added silkily. Yowls of shock and anger filled the air.

Whitewing, who had been quietly watching, also felt anger and shock. 24 tributes…one winner…23 of us dead.

Then the traitors. Traitors everywhere. Breezepelt, Antpelt, Blossomfall, Birchfall, Ratscar, Redwillow, Beetlewhisker, and Icewing. All with sadistic smiles on their faces. Whitewing gasped when she saw Birchfall. Her mate…with the Dark Forest. Traitor! she thought.

"I will now tell the tributes of ThunderClan," Tigerstar meowed.

"Lionblaze." The golden tabby padded stiffly over to Tigerstar.

"Briarlight." No! She can't survive! Whitewing thought. She looked at Blossomfall and was shocked. Blossomfall had a smile on her face. Does she want her dead? Her own sister? Whitewing wondered.

"Dovewing." Birchfall dug his claws into the earth. Whitewing let out a wail.

"Squirrelflight." Leafpool let out a soundless wail, and Firestar looked down at his daughter with overwhelming sorrow. Sandstorm was hysterical.

"Cinderheart." Poppyfrost licked her cheek, her eyes clouding with loss.

"And…" Tigerstar meowed.

"Whitewing."

Whitewing just sat there for a moment, numb with shock. Then she padded over to Tigerstar, thinking: No! I can't be in it! I can't kill my own Clanmates-or kill anyone else!

"Next is RiverClan," Tigerstar meowed. He gestured towards a Dark Forest cat. "Mapleshade, will you do the honors?"

Mapleshade answered, "Certainly." She nodded towards RiverClan. "The tributes are…"

"Minnowtail." Whitewing saw how Icewing's eyes were full of shock and loss. They must have been friends, Whitewing thought.

"Petalfur." Beetlewhisker moaned and buried his head in Icewing's shoulder. Were they siblings? Whitewing thought.

"Pebblefoot." Anxious mutters rippled among all of the cats, Pebblefoot was widely known and respected.

"Mistystar." Then there were screams. "Who will be our leader?" one cat wailed. A Dark Forest cat pounced on the cat who had wailed, silencing him. Beetlewhisker and Icewing tried to look nonchalant, but their eyes betrayed them, they were filled with horror.

They're realizing it, Whitewing thought. Their mistakes.

"Reedwhisker." Silence. No cat dared to talk, but by the way the RiverClan cats looked at each other they were horrified. Whitewing felt a pang of sympathy. They're losing their leader and their deputy, she thought.

"And last of all…" Mapleshade purred.

"Mossyfoot." Whitewing saw Minnowtail exchange Mossyfoot a sad look. Mossyfoot was her apprentice, Whitewing confirmed.

As the cats chosen in RiverClan walked to Tigerstar, Whitewing felt sympathy at the remaining RiverClan cats. RiverClan has been hit hard, she thought.

"Now, WindClan," Tigerstar announced. "Antpelt, will you like to introduce the cats?" Antpelt nodded.

"The first cat…" Antpelt meowed.

"Crowfeather." Whitewing glanced at Breezepelt and wasn't surprised that he had a mask of glee on his face.

"Heathertail." Breezepelt's face abruptly changed, his face now a mask of anger, grief, sorrow, and despair. He dug his claws into the earth. Heathertail shot a glance at him, filled with pained love and anger.

"Sedgewhisker." Whitewing saw her own daughter, Dovewing, shoot a glance full of sorrow. Beaver journey, Whitewing thought.

"Nightcloud." Mutters ran through every cat. Nightcloud and Crowfeather did not get along together. She saw Breezepelt's eyes, trying to be nonchalant but there was a hint of despair in them.

"Gorsetail." Whitewing dug her claws in the earth. Gorsetail was Sedgewhisker's mother. Is the Dark Forest trying to make us suffer?

"And last but not least…" Antpelt savored the words,

"Onestar." Gasps came from WindClan cats' mouths but they were quickly silenced by Dark Forest warriors. Antpelt retreated to his place behind Tigerstar.

"And now, the last Clan, ShadowClan," Tigerstar meowed. "I will announce them."

"Applefur." Whitewing found it ironic. He used to train in the Dark Forest.

"Rowanclaw." Tawnypelt covered him with licks and her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Snowbird." Ratscar gaped, and he let out a small groan. They were littermates, Whitewing thought sadly.

"Oakfur." Whitewing couldn't resist a twinge of fear. Oakfur was strong. His muscles rippled under his pelt.

"Blackstar." Redwillow's eyes were gleaming and Whitewing's heart sank.

"And the last cat…" Tigerstar paused for a dramatic effect.

"Tawnypelt." Whitewing was shocked. Rowanclaw was in the Death Game too! How can the two fight each other?

"The Death Game will begin in five sunrises. Every cat that is not in the Death Game is required to come to the island at least once a day to see the fighting cats' progresses," Tigerstar mewed.

"And that is all. We all look forward to seeing you."