This is actually a crossover between The Hunger Games, PJO and Warriors. Before I start, this story takes place a few moons after Lionblaze, Jayfeather and Dovewing defeated the Dark Forest Warriors. Brambleclaw is leader...okay, sorry, it's Bramblestar now, right? But the prologue (a.k.a. This chapter) takes place one or two moons after Firestar died, while the rest of the story is twelve to thirteen moons after. Also, it's leafbare in the prologue and late newleaf in the first chapter. I won't be using any HG characters in this story, and only a few from Warriors. Most of them would be from PJO. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Prologue
It was night, and the full moon, symbolizing a Gathering, shone brightly over the forest. A few birds chirped in the trees, and a few voles scuttled across the ground, but most of the prey were sleeping in their burrows and nest. The camps were empty, with only a few warriors standing guard, watching for harm. Everywhere was silent except for an island in the center of the lake, reachable only by a fallen tree, where the Gathering was taking place. There, cats milled around freely, mingling with members from other clans, spreading various gossip and rumors. The were yowls and screeches as apprentices had mock fights, and laughter as warriors told jokes. Despite the cold, there were kits and elders there, with the kits asking for stories of past heroism. The most common story, of course, was the Battle of the Dark Forest, when the brave Firestar gave up his life for the clans. Sitting on branches of a gigantic tree, four noble leaders stood, gazing down at the group of cats below them. When the moon was at its highest peak, a large white cat with jet black paws raised his head and yowled over the silence. The shirll sound echoed around the forest, causing all the prey to hide in fear. The island quieten down immediately, and all the cats turned to look at the tree.
"Are all the clans present?" the cat asked.
"I believe so. RiverClan shall give their report first." A misty-blue she-cat stood up, nodding respectfully to the white tom. "We have been blessed this moon with plenty of prey, even though it is leafbare. Poppyleaf and Watersplash both gave birth to a litter of three kits, making this one of the best leafbares in the history of the clans. There is absolutely no sickness at all."
"The same is for my clan." A golden and white tom replied. "The rabbits are all coming out of their burrows to enjoy the cool air and to play in the snow, making it easy for WindClan to pick them of. We have four more healthy kits, who would make strong, fine warriors when they grow up."
"My clan is faring just as well," the white tom meowed. "There has been an increase in the number of frogs and voles, and ShadowClan is well fed. Has ThunderClan encountered any problems?"
"No," A dark tabby answered. "ThunderClan is fine, but my warriors have recently discovered unknown scents just bordering our territory. The scent stinks as only a dark forest warrior would. Do you think that there would be another invasion?"
The misty-blue she-cat opened her mouth to comment, but was interrupted.
"Of course there would be another," A large, pure black tom crossed the fallen tree and advanced onto the island. The tom's black fur was tickled with with an underlay of gold hairs, so when he moved, his pelt rippled gold. His eyes were ember colored, and as cold as stone. "Otherwise, why would we be here?"
Just as the words left his mouth, a harsh battle cry rang out as a surge of cats leaped on the tree and onto the island, surrounding the warriors and attacking them. The onslaught began as the warriors were quickly overcome and killed. The four leaders jumped down an engaged the enemy. The elders and kits stood no chance and were defeated quickly, even though the warriors tried their best to protect them. But they were outnumbered five to one and after little fighting, the warriors were rounded up, surrounded by ranks of rouge cats. Blood was splattered all around them, staining the snow a deep red. The black tom strolled forward and climbed up the great tree, looking down at the battle.
"You're are outnumbered, there's no use fighting," the tom looked at the four clan leaders and smirked, "After Tigerstar, my father, was defeated, I took over the Dark Forest warriors. As my father said before, there is an unlimited number of cats there wanting revenge on the clans. The ones that you defeated were only a small fraction of them. The rest were longing for a fight.
"As the new leader, I gave them one. We trained to take over the clans, and we have finally accomplished it. We have won this battle, and now I shall rule."
"You haven't won yet, you piece of fox dung!" A scarred gray tabby yowled out.
The black tom's eyes flashed. "Kill him, Darkstream" he ordered.
A dark brown she-cat leaped forward and slashed opened the tabby's throat. He yowled in pain as blood poared out of the wound. Soon, the yowling died down as the tom collapsed on the ground, legs twitching, until he finally stilled. The dark tom faced the clans again.
"Any more oppositions?" he asked. No one dared answer him. "Good. Now, I would like to make a few things clear: Firstly, There would still be the four clans. The leaders will remain leaders, as well as the deputies and the medicine cats. The only difference is that all cats would have to obey me. Secondly, StarClan is finished. No cat is allowed to worship them anymore, or ask for their guidance. Any cat found praying to StarClan will be punished by death. Thirdly, all Dark Forest warriors must be treated with respect. When one of them gives you an order, you'll have to obey it. Other than that, clan lives can be carried out normally. We will live here, at this island.
"But I believe that all of you need more incentive to obey me. So we will conduct games every four seasons." There were some murmurings from the clan cats at that. "All clans will have to select two warriors, a tom and a she-cat, to participate in the games. They will be transported to the dark forest for the Games. The objective of the games are simple: You have to kill all the other cats there and be the last one surviving to win."
And then the tom leaped down the tree, gold shining through black, as yowls and hisses of protest came from the clan cats, and as the Dark Forest warriors rushed in to silence them.
I know, this is extremely short, even for a prologue, but I didn't know what else to write. The PJO characters will come out the next chapter. Constructive criticism is appreciated!
