This is my attempt at a warriors/hunger games fanfiction. I saw someone else had written a story like this but I swear that I didn't copy.
I was thinking about writing a warriors/hunger games fanfiction and I spotted someone else's version of it.
Anyway, please review.
Tributes
Catfur-a ginger she cat from thunderclan with bright green eyes. Looks like a burning flame. Good at hunting.
Wheatfoot-a golden brown tom from thunderclan. Super strong.
Silverpaw-small silver riverclan apprentice. Is underestimated.
Fishclaw-handsome golden tom from riverclan. Slightly arrogant and an amazing fighter.
Swiftbreeze-white she cat from windclan. Slightly weak and careless.
Rabbitpaw-brown windclan apprentice who is very fast.
Shadeflight-beautiful shadowy she cat from shadowclan. Very strong.
Nightclaw-shadowclan deputy. Dark brown and black tom. Very strong.
Summary- what happens if when the battle with bloodclan happened the clans lost? Bloodclan started the Hunger Games. Each year Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Windclan have to give one girl tribute and one boy up for the Hunger Games where they have to fight to the death.
Catfur paced through her den nervously. Today was reaping, some cat was going to get picked for the Hunger Games.
"Catfur?" meowed a small voice. A small ginger she cat rose from her mossy nest on the floor of the den.
"Birdpaw, go back to sleep. The Reaping is still in 1 hour," Catfur meowed gently to her little sister.
"I'm scared!" wailed Birdpaw.
"Shhhhh, your name is only in there once. You'll never get picked," Catfur reassured her little sister.
Birdpaw nodded and drifted back to sleep. Catfur was about to leave her den when she bumped into a brown she cat entering the den.
"Catfur," the cat meowed dully.
"Mother," replied Catfur with undisguised hatred.
"Catfur, don't go hunting. Today Thunderclan territory will be swarming with Bloodclan cats," pleaded Catfur's mother.
"Why should I do anything for you. You have never helped me," snarled Catfur, brushing by her mother.
She bounded through Thunderclan camp. Now a days Thunderclan cats weren't allowed to leave camp. Bloodclan cats hunted for them and brought them a small amount of food.
Last year Catfur's father had been caught sneaking out of camp and had been killed publically. Catfur's mother and completely shut down and refused to support her two growing daughters.
Catfur had no other choice but to follow in her father's footsteps and hunt for her family.
She hurried through camp and snuck past to Bloodclan warriors. Once she was in the woods she let out a high pitched birdcall that was soon answered by a deeper one.
She sprinted through the woods and grinned when she saw large black tom.
"Catnip," he called enveloping her in a hug. Catfur breathed in his sweet scent remembering the day she met him.
She had been hunting but a bloodclan cat had spotted her and chased her. Out of nowhere a paw had shot out and dragged her down into the hollow of a tree.
"I'm Nightgale, what's you're name?" he had whispered.
"Catfur," she had choked out. But she had said it so quietly he had thought she said Catnip. Now it was his nickname for her.
"Hey Nightgale," she meowed softly, jolted back to the present.
He studied he carefully.
"You're worried about the reaping," Nightgale realized.
She said nothing. Nightgale noted that she didn't want to talk so the two being hunting.
Later that afternoon the two lugged their haul back home, undetected by the Bloodclan cats.
"I brought food," prompted Catfur when she got home. Thunderclan was still run in the usual way except that families slept together.
Her mother rose slowly out of her nest and buried five pieces of prey and tossed the extra one to Catfur and Birdpaw.
"Morningflower, you need to eat," Birdpaw meowed nervously. Catfur had no love for her mother but Birdpaw had stayed loyal so she was now hyperventilating.
"Mommy, please!" begged Birdpaw.
"Do as she says," ordered Catfur gently. Catfur un dug a rabbit and tossed it to Morningflower.
The brown queen began to eat slowly. Birdpaw let out a sigh of relief.
"Let all cats gather beneath the high rock for the reaping," yowled a Bloodclan cat.
Birdpaw started crying.
"It's going to be me," whispered the small brown apprentice.
"No it isn't," meowed Catfur firmly.
The small family gathered under the high rock along with the rest of the cats.
Nightgale shot Catfur a nervous look.
"Welcome, welcome, to the 78th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" called a high pitch voice from the high rock.
Catfur looked up. This year it was a fluffy white she cat with a pink studded collar.
"Ladies first!" called the she cat in her girly voice. She clawed at the bark stripes before her.
Each cat has a distinct claw scratch so each member of Thunderclan has to Scratch a Bark Stripe. The bloodclan cat identified the chosen cat by the claw Scratch they pick up.
The cat picked up the bark and stared at it for a moment before proclaiming, "Birdpaw!"
Birdpaw froze.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart," called the white bloodclan cat. Birdpaw stepped forward numbly.
"NO!" screeched Catfur in panic, "No, I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"
Bloodclan cats gripped her by the scruff and dragged her forward.
"No!" screamed Birdpaw. The ginger apprentice tried to follow her sister.
Nightgale strode forward and dragged Birdpaw back.
"How exciting! A volunteer!" exclaimed the fluffy bloodclan cat, "I bet my collar that that was you're sister!"
Catfur nodded stupidly.
"Now for the boys…. Wheatfoot!" called the she cat.
A golden brown tom stepped forward. He looked shell shocked.
"Well, that's it for this year! Happy Hunger Games!" called the white she cat.
Bloodclan cats flanked Catfur and Wheatfoot as the she cat lead them into a cave.
"You will have 10 minutes to visit this friends before you leave, oh yeah and my name is Fluffy!" gushed the she cat before leaving.
Catfur stared at her paws.
"That was brave," Wheatfoot meowed softly.
She ignored him.
All of a sudden Birdpaw and Morningflower burst in.
"Catfur!" sobbed Birdpaw. The small apprentice nuzzled Catfur.
"It should have been me," sniffled Birdpaw.
"Never, sweetheart," purred Catfur, trying to stay calm for her sister.
Next she confronted her mother.
"YOU need to stay strong for her," Catfur snarled at her mother. Morningflower met her eyes bravely.
"I will," Morningflower meowed.
Catfur felt tears spring to her eyes.
"I love you," she whispered.
"Me too," replied her mother.
Bloodclan guards dragged them out.
"Catfur!" screamed Birdpaw. Catfur started crying.
Nightgale burst in.
"No, no, don't cry Catnip," he meowed gently. He curled up next to her and used a delicate claw to brush away her tears.
"Nightgale, whatever you do don't let them starve," Catfur cried.
"Never," assured Nightgale, "You can do it Catnip, you can hunt."
"But not cats!" Catfur wailed.
"It's not that different," meowed Nightgale softly.
A Bloodclan cat meowed, "Out young man."
Nightgale nuzzled Catfur gently before leaving.
Fluffy returned, and the trio was escorted by bloodclan guards out of Thunderclan territory.
"So, you nervous?" Wheatfoot asked, trying to spark up a conversation. They were walking towards the mountains, which was the place the arena was this year.
Catfur rolled her eyes.
"Obviously," she snapped.
"Okay, okay," he meowed, backing off.
Soon they arrived at the mountains.
The Bloodclan cats let out a cheer. Catfur stared at them in disgust. But Wheatfoot was smiling and waving his tail.
"Act thrilled to see them. It will get you sponsors!" hissed Wheatfoot to Catfur.
Catfur realized he was right and started grinning and waving. The crowd went wild.
"They're disgusting," whispered Catfur.
Wheatfoot looked pleased that she was finally warming up but shhhhed her.
"After," he mouthed.
Once they passed the crowd, Fluffy lead them into a cave.
"Your mentors will meet you here!" she trilled before leaving.
A big gray tom strode in. Catfur recognized him as Stormfur.
Stormfur had won the Hunger Games five years ago and now lived with Bloodclan.
"So, you two ready to die?" he grunted.
Catfur felt anger shoot through her. Thunderclan cats barely won but he should at least give her a chance.
In a swift move Wheatfoot tackled Stormfur.
"Say that again!" hissed Wheatfoot.
Stormfur looked surprised.
"Well at least one of them has spark," Stormfur meowed to him self.
Catfur was furious. With a load hiss she sprung at her mentor.
Wheatfoot dodged and let her tackle him.
Stormfur blocked her with a strong paw but she slid under him and threw him into the air.
"Two tributes I can work with then," growled Stormfur.
Catfur stopped her assault.
"When you're out there you must not have any pity," began Stormfur.
"Use your smarts. Sweetheart, you're strong but not as strong careers from Shadowclan. Wheatfoot, you're strong enough that the careers may pick you up. Kill them when they don't expect it. Sweetheart stay low, survive, and don't engage unless nessary," Stormfur advised.
The tributes nodded.
"Get some sleep," meowed Stormfur after a long day.
Catfur curled up in the den that she was assigned to and fell asleep in a second.
The next day was the assessments.
Thunderclan was last.
Catfur licked her bristling fur down. Wheatfoot shot her a nervous look.
"Catfur!" meowed a smooth voice.
Catfur licked her flame colored fur down and took a shaky step forward.
"Hey," meowed Wheatfoot.
She turned around.
"Kill a mouse or two, k?" he smiled sadly.
"K," she whispered.
She entered the forest. Scorge sat waiting for her. She drew her breath in sharply.
Sitting in front of her was the cat who killed Firestar, thunderclan's old leader.
"Impress me," he meowed in a silky tone.
She circled the bloodclan cat chosen for her to fight. He hissed at her.
She leaped and landed on top of him.
"Dig your claws into his stomach," instructed Scorge. She obeyed and the cat wailed in pain.
"Finish him off!" snarled Scorge. In horror she realized what she had to do.
Catfur closed her eyes and ripped his throat out.
"Very good," praised Scorge. She still had 5 minutes left but Scorge seemed disinterested in her.
He tucked into a plump mouse. Anger filled her.
Silently she crept forward. In a flash she darted in and grabbed his mouse. With one gulp she swallowed it.
Scorge glared at her in surprise, eyes glinting with anger.
"Thank you," Catfur meowed. She bowed mockingly and exited.
So, please review. Oh and in case you didn't get it Catfur is suppose to be like Katniss.
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