Author's Note: Hi everyone, and welcome to my fanfic. This fanfic was actually written a while ago, posted roughly a year prior to this on the WCF (Warrior Cats Forum) that I belonged to. I'm moving the story over to here, since I no longer frequent those forums but want to hang on to the fanfiction. This is the first of a few of these conversions.
As always, I'm looking to improve my writing, so don't hesitate to leave me questions, comments, praise, and constructive criticism. I'm listening :)
Also, I don't own Warriors, obviously. What I DO own, however, is the fan fiction plot, the writing of this fan fiction, and OC characters (which is ALL of them.*)
Also, if the game makes you think of a certain real world game called Mafia, it's because it is. It is exactly Mafia except with real world implications.
FULL SUMMARY:
Talonsong wakes to find himself in an old quarry amongst nine other cats. One cat appears, called the Master, and tells them that they have committed wrongdoings and must now be punished for their sins. They are left with a choice: play the Master's game, or starve to death inside the quarry. In this game, four amongst the ten cats are not who they seem. Each night they select one cat to be killed, and in the morning, all surviving cats must choose one more to lynch. If all the killers are lynched, the remaining survivors are freed. However, when everyone is lying for their life, and nobody can be trusted, how long can one last in this twisted game?
(This is a 100% OC cast that does indeed contain blood, death, and things of the like. You have been warned! :D)
Since this is an OC cast, here is a list of characters. (*note: some of these were submitted for use by members of the WCF)
►Talonsong- -A lean, athletic, siamese-tabby mix with amber eyes.
►The Master- -A tall albino cat (White fur, red eyes) and a slightly broken tail on the tip.
►Snowpaw- -A tiny, fluffy white she-cat with blue-grey eyes.
►Pearls- -A large, fluffy orange tabby with blue eyes. She is a kittypet.
►Moorstrike- -A strong-bodied black cat with amber eyes and a stoic expression.
►Addicus- -Kittypet/Rogue. A wiry brown tabby with green eyes.
►Silverstep- -An attractive, slender grey tabby with blue eyes.
►Summer- -(Loner/Rogue) A golden she-cat with white tabby markings and bright blue eyes.
►Arrow- - Ivory white she-cat with brown paws, and muted gray-blue eyes. She has a short tail and her pelt is long, ragged, and tufty.
►Cloud Where Thunder Booms (Cloud)- - Tribe cat. A husky, solid brown Tom with green eyes.
►Celion- -A thin black and white tom. He has lots of fur, making him look a lot larger. Celion is scared of large noises and flinches when someone shouts his name. All in all, he is a wimp.
(AN: And now, your featured presentation:)
TWISTED
Other than the obvious faults, it could have been considered a nice day.
My senses came to me slowly, faint and subtle like beams of sunlight reaching through water. My sense of hearing came first. I heard the rush of a cold wind overhead, but I felt no breeze in my fur. Smiling, I curled up even tighter against the den floor, inhaling the scent of a calm morning.
There was a metallic tinge to the air. It would snow soon.
Ashkit would be so excited to see his first snowfall.
All roads lead to love, my mother had often said, and I mused that this was true. A smile curled at my lips as I remembered my kit- little Ashkit- and how he was never too far from the front of my brain. Worry if he was safe, was he happy, was he healthy, worry worry worry. But it was a nice worry, as Poppytail always said. I had to agree.
I figured it was about time I opened my eyes and made sure they were still alright.
I shouldn't have. My eyes flew open and the shock jolted me to my paws.
This was not the warrior's den.
I was completely surrounded by rock, first of all. I found myself in a small alcove in the largest wall I had ever seen. As far as I could see- left, right, up- just bare, dead stone. I had never seen anything like it.
"Hello?" someone shouted in the distance. "Is anyone here? Help!"
"I am!" I shouted back as loud as I could. "Where are we?"
"I don't know!" the voice replied. I heard echoing footsteps making their way closer. Exciting the alcove, I blinked away a few rays of morning light. How did I get here…?
"My name is Talonsong!" I said, unsure of what to say. A brown tabby peered at me from around a corner.
"I'm Addicus."
"Oh," I mewed. "Kittypet?"
"Rogue," he corrected. "But twolegs are a good food source."
Addicus slinked out into the open and eyed me warily. "Listen, I just woke up here," he explained. "I don't remember anything, and I've never seen this place before. Do you know anything?"
"Only as much as you do," I confessed. I could feel a creeping sense of unease in my gut. Something was very wrong. One cat was a phenomenon, but two… that was a plan.
Addicus nodded. "Maybe there are more people," he meowed. "We could- wait." He snapped his head to the left. "…Do you hear that?" he whispered.
It was the sound of footsteps. Many footsteps. Bracing ourselves, the tabby and I turned to face them as a horde of cats became visible. All ages, all sizes. Their confused gazes said the same as ours.
"We found more," one cat said in the back. "We've been going around looking for people. Do you know of anyone else?"
"No," Addicus said. "It's just us."
They nodded. "Okay. I don't remember how any of us-"
I'm glad I've gathered you all here today.
The voice echoed over the quarry, causing all of us to look up in confusion. It was loud, very loud for a single voice, yet it rang through clear and articulate.
Look up, the voice boomed. At the edge.
I looked up to see the faintest blur of a cat, white as snow, but so far away he—or she—was barely visible. The others noticed it too, eventually. "Where are we?!" I shouted. "Why did you bring us here?"
No response. My name is the Master, it said. I am called so because this quarry is my domain, and you shall address me always as the Master. You are in what I call my Purgatorium.
A murmur of confusion swept through the crowd. "What is that?" asked a cat beside me.
My my, silly little cats. You have done wrong in your lives, each and every one of you. You've been bad. You sinned. You broke the law. The image of the cat stood and began pacing. And, as the Master, it is my duty to make you repent.
I've done wrong? The hackles of my fur bristled. Who was this figure to say what I had done in my life? As far as I could tell, I had done nothing out of the ordinary. I had a mate and a kit! "But I've done nothing!"
SILENCE! The Master screeched. I am the Master, I decide who is worthy to address me! He swiped his paw in the air and I felt a screaming gash tear across my cheek.
"Ow!" I wailed, ducking away reflexively. The other cats in the crowd leapt back in surprise.
If you don't want to end up like him, I advise you listen, and listen carefully. The other cats quickly fell silent. Four of the cats among you are not who they claim to be.
The murmur rose again as cats began to exchange glances. I looked at Addicus, who returned my gaze with the same amount of confusion. A drop of blood fell from the scratch on my face.
Each night, these cats will choose one among you to be killed. However, not all hope is lost, my Innocents. Each day you may choose one person to be killed as well. Choose wisely. If you kill the Pretenders, the remaining survivors will be set free.
A deafening silence hung over us. All faces said the same thing. "I don't want to die." But four of them were lying… if we could trust.
"How can we trust you?" Someone asked. I glanced at the speaker to see a small white kit looking up at the Master.
You must.
"And if we escape?"
As if in response, the shadows of two large dogs appeared on either side of the Master. They barked and howled ravenously down into the pit, as if begging to be turned loose.
You won't.
No response from the cats below.
The games will begin tonight at sundown! The Master declared. Sleep well, my cats. It will be the last sound sleep you will have in a while. And with that, he turned tail and was gone.
A sickening silence. I quietly begged for someone else to break it. "Well," Addicus muttered to me, "This is certainly… a complicated situation."
"Quite an understatement," I hissed. "But we have no choice." He nodded.
"True," he whispered. "Let the games begin."