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Chapter 1

Dovewing

"Please proceed to the island! Tigerstar has a special announcement to make!"

Mapleshade's sickeningly sweet voice rang across the ThunderClan camp, the faint outline of her figure hard to spot as she stood atop the highledge.

The dawn air was cold and crisp, but not because it was Autumn. The cruel energy from the Dark Forest warriors radiated off of them and into ThunderClan's camp, making the atmosphere cooler.

I ignored the noise from my spot inside the Warrior's den, casting a worried glance at Bumblestripe. He was still fast asleep, hugging his arms close to his body.

DarkClan had forbidden the Healers to treat our wounds, and he had gotten some of the worst. Almost every day I resisted the urge to curl my lip at his injuries' pungent, infected scent.

What made it worse is that they forced us to sleep in the battered up and beaten structure that used to be our strongly reinforced den, and without any form of material to keep us warm. They had taken away the soft, springy bunks that used to be there, and replaced them with a limited amount of cots, causing almost more than half of us to sleep on the cold floor; Taken away the heaters.

I hated it.

But of course, everyone did. No, I didn't hate it,

I hated them.

They had claimed that with Jayfeather, Lionblaze and I's powers we would be able to defeat them, along with Firestar's help.

Well, Firestar was dead.

As soon as the battle started, my powers rendered useless. And I could see them, all of them, watching us from the sky, their starry outlines seeming to perch on the night clouds.

Immortals could fight immortals. They could have saved us. But they didn't. Instead they just sat, perched on their stupid clouds, and watched. We never should have believed them. We were all so gullible. How could you fight something you couldn't touch? Especially if that something was able to touch you?

The pained, ghostly look that I had seen in Jayfeather's blue, no longer blind-but only for a split second-eyes confirmed that they had let him see them. That look had haunted me, and still did, six months later.

Those six months had been the worst of my life.

So much work, hauling metal, wood, and other materials to an isolated spot in the forest. Most of those materials came from our own structures, since they refused to get their own. And the beatings, the beatings that fell upon anyone who got too tired to work. The rationed, small portions of food they fed us, raw, uncooked. My mouth watered every time I saw a squirrel, or a bird, or any animal of any kind. The forest was overrun with them now that we were fed so little, and it was torture.

But I guess those were the consequences of being on the losing side.

I jumped, startled, as the weak, wooden doors slammed open, the bulky figure of Darkstripe looming in the doorway.

It was then that I realized me and Bumblestripe were now the only people left in the den.

"Mapleshade said to proceed to the island, did she not?" he asked roughly.

I nodded my head weakly. "Y-yes…"

"So why aren't you doing just that?" he snarled.

The noise had woken Bumblestripe up, and he sat up quickly, his eyes widening in fear. I heard him grunt in pain as he did so.

"I…I-um…" I decided to just tell him, and hope I wasn't beaten for it. "B-Bumblestripe wasn't awake yet, and I didn't want to disturb him because of his wounds…?"

He scoffed and simply shoved me and Bumblestripe out the door, escorting us to the rest of our Clan like he was herding cattle.

I let Bumblestripe lean on me as we trudged through the forest. I avoided looking towards the sky even though it was morning. Any glance upwards would just remind me of them, and my anger, my bitterness, would reignite itself like a fire in my heart. Bumblestripe didn't need that right now.

I helped him up onto the tree bridge as we had reached it, and then guided him across and down the other side.

Tigerstar, Brokenstar and Thistleclaw were already there, standing in the Great Oak, their coldness seeping out of them and into the clearing, causing me to shiver.

Thistleclaw shot Mapleshade an impatient glance as she climbed the tree, since ThunderClan were the last to arrive…as usual.

I found myself a spot next to my sister and lifted my head up to listen. Bumblestripe's stayed down as Tigerstar began to speak.

"As you know, you have been gathered here so that I could make an announcement," he cooed. I wanted to cringe.

"And this announcement will change everything. For most of you, in a bad way. But for one of you…it will be in a good way."

This spiked my interest, and I noted that I wasn't the only one.

"This day marks a turning point in your lives," he continued, "For today, twenty four of you will be chosen to compete in something that I like to call the Warrior Games. So welcome, welcome everyone, to the first annual Warrior Games!" His cheer came out as more of a sneer.

And did he just say annual? As in this would happen every year? That something good could happen to one of us every year?

One year may have seemed like a long time, but if you're anticipating something similar, or may actually be, freedom, then it would definitely seem like time went by faster.

"I'd advise you not to get too excited, however. If you were listening, I said that it would be bad for all but one of you." Tigerstar finally went on to explain just what the Warrior Games were.

"The Warrior Games are a fight for your lives, a fight to the death. They will take place in a large arena, which will be the Clan territories. Only one of you can win. As I said before, twenty four of you will be chosen, or should I say, 'reaped,' to fight in these games, six from each Clan. For the first few years, there will be reasons behind these reapings. In the years that follow, the tributes will come to be chosen at random."

He took a deep breath even though he didn't need to and went on. "As your clanmates fight, the rest of you will be transported to a place outside the territories and watch them via viewing pools. Remember this-it is your own fault, or maybe your kin's fault, if you are chosen. I will give Thistleclaw the pleasure of announcing you." The battlescarred tyrant stepped back, and I wanted to scream, wanted to lunge and rip his stupid face apart.

This was his way of picking us off, one by one, killing us all. But it didn't make sense-why would he just go off and kill something he worked so hard to achieve?

I shook my head and clung to Bumblestripe. I could worry about Tigerstar's insane, bloodthirsty antics later.

Thistleclaw wasted no time getting to the point.

"From ThunderClan," be began, "will be Ivypool-"

"What?! No! You can't! I won't let you!"

I jumped back, startled, at the screams that erupted from my twin.

She never got this mad. Ever.

I was actually concerned for her life and her sanity as she stormed up to the tree, still screaming in protest, and letting out a stream of curses; some I had never heard anyone but the damned Dark Warriors themselves use. But, considering her history...

Most of my clanmates, and the other Clans, looked bewildered and nervous, but Tigerstar stayed cool and collected.

He raised a hand, and immediately Snowtuft was on my sister, his knife teasing the skin at her throat.

She stared at him, her angry eyes wide, her body frozen.

If Ivypool moved, she would be dead.

She finally slowed her breathing and so did I.

"Are you done?" Tigerstar asked dryly.

She gulped and whispered, "Yes."

Tigerstar had Snowtuft release her and she calmly walked back to her spot with me and Bumblestripe and Blossomfall.

Tigerstar nodded to Thistleclaw and he continued.

"Ivypool, you are being reaped for betraying the Dark Forest. Mousewhisker for the same reason. Amberpaw, kin of Ivypool. Bumblestripe, you are the sibling of a traitor…"

Bumblestripe was going to be in the games?

Oh no.

Oh no oh no, this wasn't happening.

She felt him sag against her, as if in defeat, since he knew he wouldn't make it.

If he was at full strength, then maybe, but not in the condition he was in.

I bit down hard on my tongue to keep myself from letting out a sob.

I was going to lose my sister, and one of the only other people that I cared about that was still alive.

"Dove-Dovewing," he whispered softly, his eyes filling up with tears, "I'm sorry."

I pulled my knees to my chest and continued to listen.

"Molepaw, you are kin of a kittypet, and we do not tolerate warriors who are not pure-blooded."

What was he talking about? They didn't tolerate any warriors.

I froze up as Thistleclaw's eyes, narrowed into slits, landed on me.

"And the last tribute of ThunderClan…Dovewing, for being sent by the forsaken place to defeat us."

Dovewing. Is that my name? That can't be my name. No, no, he's talking about another Dovewing, yeah, that's it. No way in the world it's me.

I tried to convince myself that it was a dream, but I couldn't. Just like I couldn't save the Clans.

Dovewing. Why did you have to be special?! Why did you have to carry the lives of everyone you loved and more on your shoulders?!

Could I kill StarClan? Gosh, I really wanted to. But wait, mortals couldn't touch immortals.

Dovewing. Why did you fail?

Fuck you, StarClan.

I let my tears flow and buried my face in Bumblestripe's shoulder.

Thistleclaw, perched on a branch(just like StupidClan on their stupid, stupid clouds), was wearing a smug smile at my reaction and the rest of my clanmates' when I eventually looked up again.

"Ah, ShadowClan, the darkest of the clans. Dawnpelt, sibling to a traitor, Smokefoot and Crowfrost…well actually no reason in particular, we just needed extra meat. Olivenose, for relation to a traitor, and Cloverpaw, for relation to a traitor."

If I hadn't still been shaken from earlier, I would have cringed out of sympathy for the ShadowClan tributes. A sibling pair-actually not unlike Ivypool and I, and I didn't want to talk about one of them-and all of them were close friends, even Cloverpaw. But the sympathy I had for them would be nothing compared to what was coming next.

"From WindClan will be Whitetail," Thistleclaw went on, "for mentoring to a traitor." I frowned at that, since she had been good company on my quest to the beaver dam.

I took pride in sending my dirtiest looks to Thistleclaw's as he listed off two other WindClan tributes, Slightpaw and Harespring. "And the last three. Breezepelt, for obvious reasons, along with Heathertail, which again, is for obvious reasons, and Nightcloud, for bearing this piece of shit you call a warrior…in other words the previously mentioned."

I could see Breezepelt from where I was sitting, and I honestly got scared. The look of utter rage on his face was absolutely terrifying…he was even angrier than Ivypool. He looked just about ready to strangle, well, anybody.

"You," he snarled, "Y-you monster! How dare you put me in your stupid, petty games with my own mother? You'll pay for this, Tigerstar. I swear to StarClan. You. Will. Pay."

Tigerstar rose up. He nodded silently to Snowtuft, which could only mean one thing.

Kill Him.

Snowtuft lunged with his knife, already slightly covered with the drops of blood that came from my sister's neck, but Breezepelt was fast. He simply sidestepped, and Snowtuft tripped over his own feet, not prepared for that.

I fought down a fit of nausea as Snowtuft fell flat on his face, at the same time impaling himself with his own knife. Black, shimmering blood spurted out of his stomach and a trickle streamed out of his mouth.

But the disturbing part was when he lay there, the wind blew, and he blew with it, turning into what looked like black dust as he flew away. And the blood stayed, leaving a dark stain on the ground.

Breezepelt was hardly fazed by it, however. He glanced up at Tigerstar with a challenging glint in his eyes, warning him that he wouldn't go down easy.

"I won't be the one paying," Tigerstar spat.

He didn't need to say anything else, because his eyes said everything. And they were furious.

I advised myself to stay far away from Breezepelt, because something terrible was obviously going to happen to him. Maybe not today, but it would.

Thistleclaw hastily continued his announcing.

"Erm, Finally, from RiverClan, Minnowtail for betrayal, Grasspelt, sibling of a traitor, Petalfur, sibling of a traitor, Pebblefoot, sibling of a traitor, Rushtail, for a relationship with the formerly mentioned, and... Hawkfrost." Thistleclaw spat the name like it was poison, his eyes flitting around angrily. I could see him trying to contain his rage at Tigerstar's son, random parts of his body twitching.

Hawkfrost had taken pity on his sister, Mothwing, and killed her to end her suffering since she had become very ill.

For that Tigerstar had somehow-probably with dark magic-had forced him to become living and go through the torture that the rest of us did.

I was one of the few people that knew this. Everyone else thought that there weren't enough warriors in RiverClan for them to torture, so they added a Dark Forest warrior at random for more meat.

I only knew because my powers came back after the battle(StupidClan and their stupidness), and I overheard Mapleshade and Thistleclaw talking about it.

I felt Ivypool tense, and saw her fists ball up. Her eyes were shooting daggers at Hawkfrost himself, sitting and looking miserable near the base of the tree. I didn't feel any sympathy for him. After the terrible things he'd done, he deserved it. I felt bad for my sister though. She didn't need anymore drama than what she was already dealing with.

Because of her betrayal, the Dark Forest still appeared in her dreams every night. And the scars on her arms were enough explanation, along with her screams. It haunted me, kept me awake. I couldn't imagine what it had to be like for her.

"All tributes are to gather at the base of the tree. Now," Tigerstar spat.

The RiverClan tributes ran up to Hawkfrost and Minnowtail gave him a big hug, bawling her eyes out. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

The nature of a Dark Forester would have been to shove her off, but he hugged her back.

That, I noticed, made Ivypool fume.

I tried to ignore it however, as I helped Bumblestripe up.

I stood up shakily afterwards, and, wiping my tearstained face with the back of my hand, I went to go meet my demise.

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