Third Person POV:
It was the night before the Warrior Cats Games. Firestar jumped onto the Highledge to make an announcement.
"This night marks the end of training for the Warrior Cats Games," Firestar's voice rang throughout the clearing. "It is time to pick a winner, for who I think worked the hardest throughout training. The winner will get to sleep in my den for a moon, and will get first pick of fresh-kill. The winner is….FIRESTAR! YAYY!" Meows of protest came from the cats below.
"How could you pick yourself?" Dustpelt protested.
"Did you really think that I was going to give up my den for a moon?" Firestar laughed.
"But you didn't do anything! All you did was sit in the corner and, "assessed" us," Brambleclaw mewed.
"Clan leader's word is law, according to the warrior code." Firestar meowed.
"Well then the warrior code is FOX-DUNG!" Spiderleg yowled.
Hollykit gasped, "How could you say that! You're fox-dung for disrespecting the warrior code! You shall feel StarClan's wrath!"
"Hush! Respect your warriors!" Squirrelflight flicked her tail over Hollykit's mouth.
"Get some rest, the games will begin tomorrow. We will meet with the other clans at the gathering place. Be ready by dawn." Firestar retreated to his den.
At dawn, the cats filed out of their dens to the clearing. They made their way to the fresh-kill pile before they left.
"Wait!" Spiderleg yowled. "We have to wait for our noble clan leader. He gets first pick from the pile, remember?" The clan groaned.
"Well too bad!" Dustpelt called. He picked up a sparrow at threw it, so it landed in Firestar's den. "There, now we can eat!" The clan snickered. Just then Firestar came out of his den, his face twisted up with anger.
"Who hit me on the head with a sparrow?!" The clan backed away, leaving Dustpelt below the Highledge by himself. "You?"
"Sorry Firestar, but we were all hungry and you took too long to wake up."
"Well you're lucky then," Firestar sniffed. "I was going to pick out a sparrow anyways." He picked it up and went back to his den to eat.
After the clan had finished eating, they gathered in the camp to head to the gathering island. The air was still slightly chilly when Firestar made his way out of his den. He signaled with his tail for the clan to follow.
By the time ThunderClan reached the island, all of the other clans were waiting for them. Firestar jumped onto the tree beside the other leader, where he could survey the games with them.
"We will begin with the kits," Blackstar began. "The first game will be play fighting. This will be claws sheathed, but like a real battle. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" he yowled.
Jaykit POV:
We all sprang at each other, while the other cats shuffled back to watch. I felt a paw about to swipe at my ear. I ducked, rolled under their belly, and rammed my paws on it, sending them flying. Unfortunately, just then, a cat sprang onto my back, and gripped it with sheathed claws. I tried to squirm out of their grip, but it was impossible.
Lionkit POV:
I sprang at a kit from RiverClan, gripping her back with sheathed claws until she begged to be let go. Sneering, I jumped off and saw Jaykit struggling with another kit. I snuck up behind them and knocked the cat off of him. She jumped on me and pinned me to the ground. I went limp, and she loosened her grip. I leaped up, but before I could pin her, she rolled away and fled. I looked around and saw that I was the only cat left from my clan along with Hollykit. There weren't many cats left from the other clans, but enough to overpower us. We're crow-food. Two ShadowClan kits sprang at Hollykit, I turned to help her, but was dragged back by my tail. I turned to find myself facing three Riverclan cats. I swiped at one's head, and while they were stunned, I leaped onto the second and pushed him away, sending him barreling into two WindClan cats. The third cat fled in fear. I looked around for Hollykit, only to find that she had fled as well. I was the only cat left from my clan. Fox-dung.
"Lionkit, retreat!" Brambleclaw shouted to me.
"Never!" I snarled back. I was not going to let some other clan hunt in my territory. The rest of the battle went by in a blur, but all I remember was laying down on the ground, exhaustion overwhelming me. My mother ran to me with a soaked moss-ball.
"What happened?" I murmured.
"You won," she whispered, with pride in her voice. "You beat them all."
"What's Firestar doing?" I asked when I saw Firestar drawing a line with a stick.
"The leaders are keeping count of wins. Firestar is drawing a line because Thunderclan has won one game." She held the water to my lips, and I drank from it gratefully. When I drank as much as I wanted, I got up and slowly padded back to where my clan was gathered. Meows of congratulations surrounded me, while Jaykit and Hollykit came up to me and nuzzled me proudly. Firestar came and licked the top of my head.
"You did a good job today, well done," he meowed.
"Th-thank you!" I stammered in surprise.
"Rest awhile, there's a bit of time before catch the moss ball starts."
"If all kits will gather around for catch the moss-ball. The rules for the game are simple. The kits will gather with their own clan's kits. They must throw the moss-ball around in a circle. If the moss-ball has touched the floor, that clan is out," Leopardstar announced.
I gathered with my den-mates in a circle. When we were handed the moss-ball, I said to my den-mates, "I have an idea. How about, before we throw the ball to a certain cat, we call their name, so that they know to catch the ball." They nodded in response. I picked up the ball with my claw, "Hollykit!" I shouted, and threw the ball to her. She caught it in her teeth and hurled it at Icekit, after shouting her name. Icekit easily caught it and threw it to Jaykit, who raced to get it. As he tried to hook a claw through it, he missed by a whisker. Before it could fall to the ground I ran and caught it in my teeth.
"Foxkit!" I shouted and threw it at him. Foxkit leaped up and hooked it with his claw. By now there was only our clan and Shadowclan left. He threw it to Icekit, who caught it and threw it to Hollykit. Hollykit took a deep breath and after shouting his name, she threw it to Jaykit. Jaykit raced to get it, but when he was about to clamp his teeth on it, he tripped and fell. My den-mates groaned in disappointment. When I looked over to the Shadowclan group I heard them all congratulating a single kit. I pricked my ears to hear what they were saying.
"Quick thinking," they murmured. "Thunderclan kits are probably so dumb, they probably won't realize that you tripped that helpless kit," they laughed. I walked over to Hollykit.
"I heard Shadowclan talking. They tripped Jaykit on purpose, so he would miss it!" Hollykit let out a gasp of disbelief.
"He probably would have missed it anyways!" Foxkit huffed.
"Oh, like you're so great. You can't even catch whitecough!" Hollykit retorted.
"I could too!" Foxkit whined. I snickered as Hollykit and I made our way to Jaykit.
"I didn't miss the ball! One of the kits tripped me!" Jaykit meowed.
"We know," I rested my tail comfortingly on his shoulder. "I heard them talking and congratulating the kit. They really are fox-hearted cats." I meowed when I say Blackstar drawing a line, symbolizing a win for his clan.
"It is now time for the relay race!" Onestar announced. "For this relay race, the kits will have to start at that line Firestar is drawing," he beckoned with his tail to where Firestar was drawing a long line with a stick. "They will then have to race to a mouse, there is one for each cat, and bring it back to the beginning line. We all took our places at the line.
"Ready. Set. Go!"
I ran as fast as I could. The mouse was only about seven fox-lengths away from the starting line. I looked around and saw Jaykit running confidently. A Windclan she- kit was a few fox-lengths ahead of me. I put all of my energy into running and grabbed the mouse shortly after the she-kit. I turned and ran back to the line, putting my very last bit of energy into the race. When I was about to catch up to her, a Riverclan kit rammed into me, sending me tumbling, and allowing Windclan to win the race. Onestar happily raced over a drew a line with the stick, showing his win. I walked over to my littermates.
"Did you see what happened? A Riverclan kit rammed into me, and let Windclan win! But I don't understand, why would they be helping each other?" My littermates just shrugged in response. "Something's up, and I'm going to find out what happened."