Hello! And welcome to the 15th annual Survivor Games! Where our motto is survival of the fittest. Where 5 warriors from 5 groups are trained then travel to an unknown location, where it's a battle to the death! (And viewers if you take a liking to a cat sponsor them! And I will write in gifts that those cats receive. And I warn you now all of these cats are created from my mind only. Because I just can't kill Erin Hunter's cats. Because if I do they will be dead in my mind and that could send me into a spiraling depression or into a rage which no one wants to see, so… )Also if you aren't sure about a certain cat, just sponsor a Clan and all cats (from that Clan) will have sponsor benefits. And more than on person can sponsor a cat. And with that may the games begin and may the odds be ever in your favor! (I do not own warriors or the Hunger games they belong to Erin Hunter and Suzanne Collins)
Chapter 1 Thorn- Dawn loners
"No! No! NO!" But I strode up confidently anyways. "No! You can't do this! Thorn!" My mother's screeching clawed at my heart ripping it to shreds. But I was going to walk to my death strong and with a smile on my face. There are 5 loner groups. 5 loners are needed for the Survival games. 1 from each group. The chance of me getting picked was very unlikely. 16. I'd only been alive for 16 moons. I guess I shouldn't sulk about it. The time frame for the games is 13-23 moons. There was a good chance I wouldn't be the youngest there. So for the Clans that was basically new warriors to half way to senior warriors. I came to the front next to our leader Scruff. I looked back at my ragged camp. Then with tears in my eyes to everyone who stared at me with wide eyes I called, "I love you and Good- Bye!" Then I closed my eyes and hung my head.
Goldie- Gray loners
The Dark Forest destroyed peace. At one point our 5 tiny loner groups lived on the outskirts of Clan territory. We occasionally snuck into gatherings and had border skirmishes but over all we lived in peace for years. Or that's at least what my grandfather told me. We'd been living like that for 3 years or for the clans 12 seasons then they came. The survivors that weren't killed in the first battle (yeah apparently there had been more than one battle, Clans seem to have issues) The Dark Forest took over the Clans and our loner camps. To make sure no one threatened their power they took young warriors to their death-
"Goldie!" palm called out interrupting my thoughts. "You are going to represent the Gray loners in this year's Survival Games!" I knew it was a big honor, but I didn't want to go. I took a deep breath and reluctantly walked forward. How was it an honor to walk to your death early?
Snake- Dark loners
If anything I will use the night. While everybody goes and tries to kill themselves in the day I safe and hidden away. When my bark strip was drawn I walked up to the stump and called out.
"Darkness will rule this year!" and listened to the cheers. (sooooooooo sorry that paragraph looked longer on paper)
Starla- Light loners
No, No, No! I was so close! 22 moons! I don't wan to go. I can't kill. But I will kill Thistleclaw, Creamtail, Snowtuft, Mapleshade, and Redwillow someday! I mean forcing loners into blood thirsty gatherings, and these idiotic Survival games. I may not be a murderer but I will murder them.
My father died in these cruel games and I am determined not to die that way either. I wonder if there will be any means of escape? (Again sorry longer on paper)
Dark- Dusk loners
Train, fight, win. Train, fight, win. Train, fight, win. My plan echoed though out my head. Most loners are known as badgers because we are skilled and better trained. Clans don't kill. In loner groups we have few rules. While all the clan cats are learning I will be training. I have trained all my life 23 moons. And my life was not going to end. I was going to free these cats. Just because I'm ok killing doesn't mean I think what the Dark Forest is doing is right. Too many of friends and family had been dragged away. Besides I just at the cut off I'll most likely be the oldest there. All eyes had settled on me. I was not just another victim. I was going to be the first Dusk group winner. For my group. For them. I would win at all costs.
Well, well, well! Some drama there. Support a cat, help them survive! Sponsor someone! Next up Clan drawings!
Author: Thistleclaw! We talked about this! Snowtuft is the announcer! Where is he?
TC: He died. His last dying wish was that I could take his job and fresh kill check.
Snowtuft: Wait! I'm here! Am I too late? (Enters breathless)
Author: He died did he? (Stares accusingly at Thistleclaw)
ST: I What!
TC: Snowtuft! My warrior you are alive! By the way I stole your job.
ST: Whoa, not cool. (Turn to author) I still get my freshkill right?
Author: Out you will be judged by the starclan council.
TC: Ha HA StarClan doesn't rule anymore I do.
ST: Actually Redwillow rules. Remember? He wanted the games you didn't you just wanted to kill them all?
TC: Shut up Snowtuft! Now you use your ears? You never use them in training?
Author: Out! (points towards exit)
TC: Fine (Exits head down muttering under breath)
Author: And now back to the story.
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