Happy new years guys :)
Sorry for not posting, but I haven't had time recently.
Tigerheart's POV
Tigerheart ran from the water, grief for Ivypool and Dovewing weighing him down. The water was chasing him, reaching his paws.. Tigerheart climbed up a tree, trying to escape the deadly current. He sat on a branch, resting before the water knocked it down. He plunged into about 3 fox lengths deep of water, and not being to stay afloat, he sunk deeper and deeper into the river until he blacked out. He could faintly hear the swishing of water, the cold on his pelt.
"Tigerheart! Tigerheart! Wake up!" meowed a familiar voice.
"Dovewing!" He exclaimed, recognizing the gray tabby she-cat he'd dreamed of a day ago.
"Welcome to StarClan." Dovewing meowed. The place around him was beautiful.
"Let's get you to Tawnypelt, Dawnpelt, and Flametail. They've been waiting." Dovewing meowed, leading him to his family. Instead of hissing at him like Dawnpelt always did, she greeted him with a smile, looking the happiest she'd ever been.
Stoatpaw's POV
"Tigerheart of ShadowClan is dead! Drowned, like Ivypool!" Mapleshade yowled, waking Stoatpaw. He instantly sat up, nudging Pebblefoot awake.
"We won!" he yowled. "Mapleshade!" Pebblefoot yowled. The tortoiseshell she-cat was no longer ghostly, 22 more Dark Forest warriors that he did not know who were came down after her. For every dead tribute, a Dark Forest warrior is revived. A voice whispered.
"What do you need?" Mapleshade meowed. "I believe we're the last two tributes?.." Pebblefoot meowed. "Oh yes, we have winners!" Mapleshade yowled. Stoatpaw glanced sideways at Pebblefoot.
"Pebblefoot of RiverClan and Stoatpaw of ShadowClan have won the first Preyless Games! The clans may move back to their homes, but they may be slightly flooded." Mapleshade yowled.
Quieter, she added "Any of you want to switch clans?" " I want to switch to RiverClan." Stoatpaw meowed.
"Okay, Stoatpaw is now part of RiverClan! I expect you RiverClan cats to treat him well, or.. well you RiverClan cats.. victors have the power to kill any cat they want, excluding leaders. Goodbye, and good luck surviving on flooded land clans!" Mapleshade meowed.
"Are you sure you want to be RiverClan? No one you know will be there to welcome you back." Pebblefoot meowed.
"No one in ShadowClan will be there to greet me! My mother and father died, and I was bullied as an apprentice of ShadowClan. Even Crowfrost cast me off when I tried to join him as an ally." Stoatpaw meowed bitterly.
"By the way, you will get two lives, and the power of flying." Mapleshade meowed, touching her tail to Stoatpaw's back. A jolt of energy coursed through his body, and his legs started to feel light. He was floating, Pebblefoot was already flying.
"And for the apprentice, Stoatpaw. You will now be known as Stoatfur." Mapleshade meowed. He was a warrior! A warrior already! Stoatpaw smiled as the Dark Forest cats and Pebblefoot chanted his name. Stoatfur, Stoatfur, Stoatfur, Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur! Stoatfur!
Stoatfur felt happy, and safe for the first time in his life since his mother died.
Mapleshade turned to mutter something to Tigerstar.
"Fine, all victors will get treated like cats used to treat StarClan." the tom meowed.
Pebblefoot's POV
Pebblefoot watched Stoatfur's face light up in joy. He'd never seen the apprentice- warrior so happy.. never.
"Stoatfur!" Pebblefoot yowled. The ginger tom turned to look at him.
"You won't have any problem finding a mate now!" Pebblefoot yowled, over the wind.
Stoatfur let out a laugh that was cut off by the arrival of Mistystar and RiverClan.
"Pebblefoot!" Snowdapple yowled. His friend pressed her pelt to his.
"Hello Pebblefoot and Stoatfur!" Mistystar meowed. Stoatfur nodded his greeting, and Pebblefoot simply meowed "Hi" to Mistystar.
"Snowdapple, hey. Haven't seen you since the games started." Pebblefoot meowed, quickly greeting his friend.
"Pebblefoot! Stoatfur!" Mapleshade meowed. Mistystar shrank away, pulling Snowdapple with her.
Pebblefoot turned around. "Well, you guys can help us chose the next tributes for the next games now that you're victors." Mapleshade meowed. Pebblefoot stopped himself from letting out a yowl of shock, even more cats were to die? His clanmates, his sister, they'd died in the arena. And more were going to die.
"How often do we plan to have the games?" Pebblefoot asked.
"One next moon, and after the next moon, we'll have them every twelve moons. Why? Anything wrong, Pebblefoot?" said Mapleshade.
"Nope, just wondering how often I get to see my enemies die to cats of my choice." Pebblefoot meowed quickly, before the she-cat got suspicious.
Mapleshade nodded as if approving of his words. "Now go along, and pick your enemies out." Mapleshade meowed, waving her tail in dismissal.
"Wow, Mapleshade's nicer than I thought." Stoatfur whispered.
"I guess now she thinks we're loyal to the Dark Forest, now that we've won the games." he whispered back.
"I don't like the idea about sending cats to their death. Even enemies." Stoatfur meowed, clearly not letting go what Pebblefoot had said earlier.
"Look, I don't either. But I had to say that in front of Mapleshade, she'd have killed me if I hadn't." he meowed.
Stoatfur shrugged. "But we can't avoid helping her, and even if we refuse, the games will go on. Since the clans have lost." Pebblefoot meowed.
"Okay, let's stop thinking about the future. We need to think about now, who we're going to send. We better come up with some cats that are Mapleshade's enemies, or she'll get angry." Stoatfur meowed urgently.
"Fine! I know she definitely hated Ivypool, so she must hate Ivypool's parents. Let's send in Whitewing and Birchfall." Pebblefoot meowed.
"Whitewing's pregnant with a second litter of kits. So we can only send Birchfall." Stoatfur meowed.
"I bet you Mapleshade will like that even more, separating Birchfall from his soon-born kits." Pebblefoot meowed bitterly.
Stoatfur's POV
"We can't do anything about that." Stoatfur meowed.
"Well, we have to find out what we can do to overthrow the Dark forest." Pebblefoot started.
"Yes, but let's pick our next tributes first." Stoatfur meowed, getting frustrated at his former-not-really-mentor's stubbornness to think about the future.
Pebblefoot growled.
This is the last chapter of the actual Preyless Games, should I continue writing or should I stop here?
Tell me in a review, and while we're on reviews, maybe give me some suggestions for what I could write next :)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
~Waterfall~
