The Dark Seasons

by Jayfeatherlovr

It's dark times for the clans. They have been taken over by a mysterious group of rogues. The clans are devastated when they were all locked up in tiny cages. Will two cats be able to save them all or will it be the end for the clans?

1. Chapter 1

Three of the rogues that captured the Clans padded out of there dens to look at the slaves. Thunderclan was on the west side of Four trees, caged in small wooden cages, three cats a cage and there were 10 cages. Shadowclan was on the East, Riverclan on the North, and Windclan on the South side. Boulder the rogue group leader leaped up onto the Great Rock. About 300 rogues gathered.

"Welcome to the first annual Slave Games!"he announced, the rogues erupted with excitement. "We begin with the digging contest, sveral cats will dig for 5 minutes, the one who digs the deepest wins 2 slaves of their choice from Riverclan or Windclan. They crowd looked from Riverclan to Windclan muttering to them selves, when suddenly a growl erupted from one of the Riverclanners, that Riverclanner happened to be Crookedstar.

"How Dare you! We were minding our own business and you come in and capture us all." The crowd exploded with laughter. Boulder ignored Crookedstar. "SILENCE! If you do not wish to paticipate in the contest please exit the clearing and head into Thunderclan territory and wait for further instruction." About 100 cats left, "Remember there will be other contests, please only participate if you are interested with Riverclan or Windclan!"Boulder's voice rang through Four Trees. About 175 left after that. The 25 remaining lined up. Boulder jumped down from the Great rock and padded over to the line up.

"On your marks," the cats changed positions into digging position. "Get set," the cats took a breath, "GO!" the cats dug, and, dug, and dug. Dirt flew everywhere, birds took off away from the area. At three minutes in 10 cats were eliminated for being to slow. With one minute left there were only 3 cats remaining.

"30 seconds!"Boulder meowed.

The three cats remaining pushed harder. "STOP YOUR DIGGING!"Boulder yowled. The three stepped back from their holes. The three who were digging were, Kloe a blonde pelted she-cat, Bruye a bark brown tom, and Moss a black tom. Kloe's hole was about 6 tail lengths deep, Moss's was about 5 and a half, and Bruye's was about 6 and a half. "Bruye you win!" Moss and Kloe growled at him and padded stiffly away. Bruye padded over to Riverclan "I want you and you"he hissed, he had picked Reedwhisker and Willowshine.