Hey, everyone, this is my Warriors and Hunger Games crossover! FYI, the cats here are all from the first series, no matter if they died or not. I didn't make Tigerstar part of the Dark Forest yet because he didn't die until the Darkest Hour. I'll write as much as I can!
THE REAPING
Mapleshade was crouched on the Great Rock, looking down at the assembled cats with malice in her eyes. Today was the reaping. She could see the fear in each cat's eyes and she was satisfied with it. If they were terrified, then the Dark Forest had done well in taking over the Clans and enforcing their rules. The Hunger Games was about to begin. Twenty-four of these cats would leave. Twenty-three of them would never come out.
"From ThunderClan…" Mapleshade trained her eyes on the pack of broad-shouldered, muscular cats. The Clans had been separated and they were sorted into their Clan by which Clan they had been born into. "She-cats, why don't you step forward?"
All of them did so in unison. Mapleshade saw Fernpaw's eyes gleam in terror. Let them pray to StarClan that they would be saved. It would not work.
Mapleshade was given stones inside a ball made out of rock. The ball was placed in front of her and she had to reach in and pull out three stones with names inscribed on them. Every cat that was not a kit could be chosen – even the elders or the medicine cats. Mapleshade was looking forward to the horror each she-cat would display when they discovered they were chosen.
Deftly Mapleshade snatched the first stone out. "Bluestar."
The ThunderClan leader stepped forward and Mapleshade was frustrated that Bluestar did not show her feelings but instead stood proudly.
"Bluestar, your nine lives have been stripped from you and you are now just a warrior. Let us all cheer for Bluefur!"
There was no response. Mapleshade had expected this, as this was the second Hunger Games for the four Clans and the same thing had happened in the previous one. The first had been in Crookedstar's era. But for SkyClan…that was a different matter altogether. They had been enslaved to the Dark Forest when the very first cats moved into the gorge and when the new SkyClan had been formed, the Dark Forest enslaved them yet again.
"The next she-cat…Spottedleaf."
The ThunderClan medicine cat's eyes widened. When she didn't move, Brokenstar slid up behind her and shoved her forward savagely. Firestar made as if he were to dart forward, but Graystripe wove in front of him, stopping him.
"Spottedleaf!" yowled Firestar.
Mapleshade rolled her eyes. Firestar could grieve all he wanted to. It wouldn't change anything.
The last stone was picked. "Sandstorm."
Sandstorm strode confidently into her three Clanmates' ranks. Firestar struggled with a Dark Forest warrior to reach Spottedleaf and Sandstorm. Mapleshade sighed.
"Now, the toms…"
Instead of taking one stone at a time, Mapleshade decided to draw all three out at once. "Graystripe, Whitestorm, and Thornpaw, welcome to the Hunger Games!"
All three toms swarmed to the front next to the she-cat. Thornpaw, the youngest, was leaning on Graystripe for comfort. Mapleshade wished that they could somehow make it so the cats would have no source of condolence. But that would perhaps be too harsh…
"WindClan!" Mapleshade was given the two balls for drawing the toms and she-cats. She, like before, used the tactic of taking all three at once for the she-cats.
"Morningflower, Ashfoot, and Runningbrook!"
The she-cats strode to the front, a little more than six fox-lengths away from the ThunderClan cats. Mapleshade snatched stones for the toms.
"Ah…Tornear, Gorsepaw, and Barkface…"
Mapleshade purred as she chose the last twelve for the other Clans.
"From RiverClan, the she-cats are: Shadepelt, Leopardstar – Leopardfur now – and Silverstream."
Graystripe and Crookedstar both looked stricken.
"The toms are: Stonefur, Heavystep, and Whiteclaw…
"The ShadowClan she-cat tributes are: Tallpoppy, Russetfur, and Yellowfang…"
Yellowfang looked furious at the fact she was being counted as a ShadowClan she-cat, but wisely held her tongue as she stepped forward.
"And the ShadowClan toms are Boulder, Littlecloud, and Blackfoot."
As Mapleshade wrapped up the reaping, she saw many cats looked relieved that they were not picked and they were spared until next year's Hunger Games. But some were already mourning for their Clanmates – only one cat could survive, and they were certain the one they had befriended or loved was not going to make it.
Mapleshade smirked at the cats below her.
"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"