A/N: No reviews yet? Aww... Well, this is a crossover, and 'tis to be expected. :/

Shock swirled through Dovewing, a raging hurricane of disbelief and denial. No! Not me! I can't die this way! I can't! I-I'm one of the Three! But Dovewing knew very well that the Three had failed, and that there was no hope. Beside her, Ivypool stiffened, her blue eyes wide. "Sister..." she murmured.

Dovewing's legs shook as she stood, walking slowly through the crowd. The cats parted around her like water around a stone. Her paws felt as if they were barely touching the ground, like she was floating. It was all so surreal, like she was dreaming, and she would wake up any moment in the warriors' den with Ivypool by her side... As she reached the front of the crowd, her eyes darkened. This wasn't a dream. She was going to die. She was going to die a horrible, painful, pointless death, and she knew it. She reached the crowd of condemned ThunderClan cats, slipping in beside Rosepetal. She forced her sky-blue eyes to lift from the ground in order to look at the cat she had trusted, loved, for so much of her life... Birchfall. Do you even care that I will die now?

Birchfall's face was a mask of shock. He whispered something furiously to Blossomfall, who shook her head. His eyes darkened, his claws picking at the moss. At least he even cares, Dovewing thought bitterly. But he won't do anything about it. He never will. And neither will Blossomfall.

Tigerstar had moved on to the next Clan. ShadowClan. Dovewing listened almost disinterestedly, jadedly, as he proclaimed how many of their cats would meet gruesome, pointless deaths. "And from ShadowClan... five cats will be chosen." Dovewing bit back a yelp. Five? But there were ten from ThunderClan! This isn't fair! "Brokenstar, you may have the pleasure of announcing them," Tigerstar went on smoothly.

Brokenstar stood up from a lower branch, looking smug and pleased with himself. His long dark brown fur puffed out in all directions, his broken tail held straight up, except for where it bent in the middle like a snapped twig. "The first ShadowClan contestant will be... Crowfrost," he started. Dovewing watched as a black-and-white to m with icy eyes stepped from the crowd; Dovewing had never seen him before, but she winced as he stood in front of his former Clanmates - Ratscar, Redwillow, and Applefur - and they didn't look like they regretted their choice a bit.

"Tawnypelt," he went on, rolling the word on his tongue so it came out almost a purr, like, "Taawwwnyypelllllt." Several shocked yowls rose from the crowd; Tigerheart was on his feet, looking distraught, while Rowanclaw turned away; Dovewing realized with a shock how hard this would make the Games for several of the ThunderClan cats. She was Brambleclaw's sister, and she had gone on the Great Journey and trip to Midnight with Squirrelflight. Dovewing was saddened as the dark tortoiseshell picked her way up to the fore; she'd seemed a decent cat. That's when Dovewing fully realized what this meant for her. Every new cat who stepped up now, would be a potential enemy for her to fight. A potential cat that could kill her... or be killed by her. Dovewing shuddered, watching the new tributes be chosen with new eyes.

"Olivenose." Dovewing hadn't known this cat, but the next name chosen sent shock pulsing through her entire body.

"Tigerheart." Brokenstar's amber eyes glittered with cruel pleasure as he called this name, purring it into the night. He looked as though he relished that the cat whom had spied for the Dark Forest would meet a horrible death. Shock rippled through Dovewing. No... Her claws dug into the ground. I can't fight him, I can't! Tigerheart didn't even look surprised as he stepped up, and a fresh wave of sorrow wiped over Dovewing as she realized he was in the Games with his mother, Tawnypelt.

Pinenose was called last of all. Dovewing had no idea who he was, but he looked so young he must have been a freshly made warrior, which saddened her.

"Now, for WindClan." Tigerstar dipped his head to a Dark Forest cat known as Hawkheart. He was a mottled dark brown tom, with glittering yellow eyes.

"Five tributes will be taken from WindClan, as well," he stated, calmly and coldly, his gaze raking across the assembled cats. "The first cat randomly picked... was Ashfoot."

Gasps rose from the assembled WindClan cats as they learned their deputy would be taken from them. "Who will be our deputy now?" someone cried out, but they were quickly silenced with vigorous shushing. The condemned, aging gray cat stepped forward, managing to look dignified as she did so, and settled beside her former Clanmates turned traitor: Breezepelt, Sunstrike, and Furzepelt.

"Crowfeather." Dovewing couldn't believe her ears. The stakes kept raising. She realized with a cold feeling, that random or not, all of the remainin cats who had gone on the journey to Midnight had been chosen. Brambleclaw, Squirrelflight, Tawnypelt, and now Crowfeather. What awaited the old comrades in the vicious Games ahead? And Leafpool... she and Crowfeather had been mates. What would happen to them? Dovewing's gaze searched out Breezepelt's, and she instantly felt chilled to the bone. The WindClan warrior didn't look the least bit sorrowful that his father was about to die a horrible death; instead, a look of cold satisfaction curled his muzzle. What has the Dark Forest done to these cats? she thought, horrified.

"Whitetail," Hawkheart went on. Dovewing turned away sadly as the white WindClan warrior came up. Back when she was an apprentice, she had gone on the trip to the beaver dam with the noble WindClan she-cat. Now, she might have to face her in battle.

Harespring was called next, and then the last cat: "Heathertail." The pale brown tabby she-cat looked shocked, then angry, her claws digging into the ground. There came a hurt gasp, and now Dovewing spotted Breezepelt, his face a twisted mask of shock, pain, and fury. They must have been lovers, she realized. She couldn't help but think, Now you see what you've done. Now you understand! Serves you right if you lose someone you love. Dovewing instantly felt terrible for thinking it, but she couldn't help it.

"And last but not least..." Tigerstar meowed, "RiverClan. They will give up four cats. Hawkfrost?"

Hawkfrost dipped his head, ice-blue eyes glittering unnervingly. He first called forth Pebblefoot, followed by Petalfur. Dovewing was particularly dismayed by this last choice, as Petalfur had also gone to the beaver dam with her. Dovewing noticed that both Minnowtail and Beetlewhisker among RiverClan's Dark Forest traitors looked a little disturbed. She remembered that Pebblefoot was Minnowtail's brother, while Petalfur was Beetlewhisker's littermate. Then Grasspelt was called forward; Beetlewhisker let out a moan and buried his face in Minnowtail's shoulder. Both of his littermates, being sacrificed to the Games. It's only now that they're realizing their mistakes, Dovewing thought sadly.

The last cat chosen from RiverClan was Rushtail. Then Tigerstar stood, his dark tabby pelt silhouetted in the moonlight. "That is twenty-four cats, twenty-four cats for the now-annual Warrior Games. For review...

"Ten from ThunderClan: Brambleclaw, Graystripe, Brightheart, Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Hazeltail, Rosepetal, Bumblestripe, Daisy, and Dovewing.

"Five from ShadowClan: Crowfrost, Tawnypelt, Olivenose, Tigerheart, and Pinenose.

"Five from WindClan: Ashfoot, Crowfeather, Whitetail, Harespring, and Heathertail.

"And four from RiverClan: Pebblefoot, Petalfur, Grasspelt, and Rushtail.

"That will be all. Gathering dismissed," Tigerstar finished. Dovewing's heart sank as the Clans swirled from the Island, their tributes alone in the ominous night, surrounded by traitors and Dark Forest cats. She was alone now. She was alone, and as good as dead.