Some moons after Dark Forest battle…
ThunderClan awoke to Bramblestar's shrieking.
A group of rogues were filing into the dens, pulling out all the cats inside.
"What are you here for?" Bramblestar hissed.
One of the rogues replied, "Stand in a line." ThunderClan was outnumbered, so they obeyed, even Bramblestar.
"Hello." One of the rogues began. Hisses replied his greeting. "I am Fire. We are here for domination."
"You'll never dominate us! You may outnumber us, but there are four clans!" Poppyfrost shrieked. Her claws were unsheathed.
"Oh really. Here's what we do to cats who talk back. Attack her!" ThunderClan surged forward to protect the she-cat, but immediately each cat was pinned down by two cats each. Fire and Poppyfrost were locked in a think battle. Suddenly, a gurgling shriek was heard and Fire stood with Poppyfrost's heart dangling from his jaws. Dovewing was going to be sick.
Fire buried the heart at the foot of the Highrock. "So, what is it about us not dominating you?" No cats replied.
"Now, onto business." He began explaining the Hawk Games.
"The Hawk Games? We'll never call it that! You are hungry for power, you blind fool. We will call it the Hunger games." Bramblestar hissed. Fear enveloped all of ThunderClan as Fire towered over the leader.
"So? It won't make a difference. In fact, you will be the first tribute. But since we know about your dumb lives and such, we must kill you until you have one life remaining." A shriek suddenly erupted, and too quickly, Bramblestar lay in a heap, on a puddle of blood. His throat had two slashed. His chest had two slashes. His head had two slashes. His stomach had two slashes. Everybody knew how each of Bramblestar's lives had died from.
"We're capable of anything. Next moon, since it is the start of newleaf, remember to have your furs ready and your hole. Don't cheat. You can watch from the Hawk Pool the Dark Forest has provided. Oh no, they never lost. They lost on purpose so we could dominate you. We had much better ideas for the clans, and they realized that. The Dark Forest will watch over you closely. Oh, and next half-moon, gather at your little island. You will no longer be in clans. Instead, you will be in twelve groups, or districts. From most vicious to most foolish and kindest. We will call them, from most vicious, which will be the richest and rewarding district, to the foolish one, which we will put into as much misery as possible. You will have one half-moon to prove which district you are in. And we'll know if it is only an act. Now, the districts. I will be leader of District One, the Hawk District."
Suddenly, a beautiful white she-cat appeared. "I am Ice! I will be leader of District Two, the Eagle District.
"I am Fox. I will be leader of District Three, the Vulture District." A red tom with white paws and tail said.
"I am Dark. I will be leader of District Four, the Buzzard District." A black tom announced. His eyes shone with mystery. Sandstorm got the feeling that the cats had rehearsed this.
"I am Thimble. I will be leader of District Five, the Owl District." A gray tom with black speckles said.
"I am Sadie. I will be leader of District Six, the Osprey District." A red-brown she-cat said.
"I am Claw. I will be leader of District Seven, the Huron District." A dark brown tom with incredibly long claws said.
"I am Slip. I will be leader of District Eight, the District." A sleek Russian blue tom snarled, his lip curled.
"I am Vi. I will be leader of District Nine, the Robin District." A blue-brown striped she-cat murmured, almost too quiet for ThunderClan to hear.
"I am Jack. I will be leader of District Ten, the Thrush District." Jack, a brown with black stripes tom, had the markings of a kittypet. He was free probably, but Dovewing could tell he had once been a kittypet.
"I am Shimmer. I will be leader of District Eleven, the Dove District." A white-gray she-cat said, looking disappointed to get such a low district.
"I am Apple. I will be leader of District Twelve, the Falcon District." Apple looked disgusted when he said falcon. Squirrelflight caught him looking enviously at the Hawk District leader, but was confused. She had guessed the better the district, the more powerful bird. But wasn't a falcon a powerful bird? Why was it the least district?
"The other clans have the same speech." Fire said. "Remember, next moon, the Hawk Games. And enjoy your time in your clan. It may be the last time you'll ever be in one. See you nest half-moon." With that and a sneer, he led his group out of the camp.
"Who are you?" Dovewing suddenly called, immediately regretting it.
"We are HawkClan." Fire replied as rain started pouring down the cats who just sat there, too stunned and afraid of the next moon.