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Disclaimer: Flamestar belongs to Kuroda Shadelily. Thanks for the awesome kitty Kuroda!
~/We rise from the ashes of our defeat on flaming wings ready to fight another day. We are the cats of PheonixClan so hidden and mysterious\~
Leader: Flamestar- bright ginger tom with swirly stripes (Kuroda Shadelily)
Deputy: Scorchfur: Ginger patched tabby tom.
Medicine Cat: Dawnshine: Blue-cream shaded tortoiseshell she-cat.
Warriors:
Lightsong: Fawn tabby she-cat with black flecks and dark rings around her tail.
Nightclaw: Dark gray smoky tom with white flecks.
Suntail: Golden she-cat.
Emberstorm: Fiery orange tom with white muzzle and left ear.
Larkwing: Brown tom with white patches.
Stripepelt: White she-cat with black stripes.
Gingerspots: Ginger she-cat with white spots.
Sparrowclaw: Tawny tom with black ear tips.
Brambledrop: Lithe light brown ticked tabby she-cat.
Waterspark: Blue she-cat.
Firestorm: Red-silver tabby tom.
Wildstorm: Calico tom with really spiky fur.
Apprentices:
Runningpaw: Light brown she-cat with dark brown face, paws, tail tip and white hind leg.
Berrypaw: Red and white patched tabby she-cat.
Darkpaw: Dark gray tom with black muzzle and hind paws.
Queens:
Hawksong: A tall, lithe she-cat with dark brown fur and a white circle around her eye. Mother to Larkwing's kits; Timberkit, Bluekit and Redkit.
Raintail: Small light blue she-cat with white stripes around the bottom of all her legs. Pregnant with Nightclaw's kits.
Elders:
Blackfur: Pure black tom.
Ashclaw: Black tom with gray markings on his face and shoulders.
Dusty red sand blew across the ragged hole in the ground, obscuring all sight beyond two paw-steps. Grains of sand were blown into the hole and lay scattered over the rocky floor. Claws clicked on the stone as a ginger tom with hypnotising swirling stripes strode across the cavern. At his paws was a tiny 'paw; the prodigy of their Clan. Or so Dawnshine, the medicine cat, had prophesised. But as the ginger tom looked at the fuzzy red and white 'paw he couldn't help but feel a bit let down. The kit noticed the tom looking at her with scrutinizing eyes.
"You think I am too soft for the title of this Clans prodigy Flamestar?"
Flamestar snorted, "Dawnshine was wrong to tell you so young."
"Why? It would only lessen the time I have to prepare," the kit mewled.
"Because Berrypaw as an apprentice it is your sole responsibility to listen and learn from the warriors of this Clan. Not worrying about how you are going to save this Clan from the Game of Blood!" Flamestar was angered by Berrypaw's insolence towards everything. The red she-cat seemed to believe she was the most important cat of the Clan. The sooner she gets placed in the Game of Blood the sooner we can be rid of her!
"You like the Game of Blood? You enjoy watching innocent warriors and apprentices slaughtered under the vile rule of the High Stars?" Berrypaw cried, her voice growing louder as it echoed throughout the cave.
Flamestar finally snapped, "You are too wise for your age apprentice! The Game of Blood is a ritual we must perform for the rest of our lives. It doesn't matter who tries to stop the games, the High Star's will always execute them before us all!" Berrypaw shivered slightly at Flamestar's cruel gaze, "Oh and yes Timberkit, I do like the Game of Blood because it teaches us that to live forever is impossible. Only the leaders of the Clans are guaranteed to live the longest and breed the most offspring!"
The leaders enraged yowl brought Berrypaw's mother hurrying from the warrior den. She pinned her dark brown ears back and hissed threateningly at Flamestar, "You should not talk to the Clans prodigy that way. Or any 'paw for that matter!"
"She is not the Clans prodigy Hawksong."
"Why not! Dawnshine received the sign herself!" Hawksong sniffed, sweeping her tail over her kit.
Flamestar turned his head to look through the camp entrance, "I received a sign just moments ago."
"Oh really? And what was this sign?"
"The berry will be crushed by the sandy depths from which she came," Flamestar lied. He had made up the sign knowing that the Clan would believe him.
Hawksong looked crestfallen as Berrypaw let out a wail, "You're lying! I know you are!"
"A leader never lies to his Clan. Now I strongly advise you to get out of my presence before I rip your pelt from your scrawny body!"
Both warrior and apprentice took one look at the angry ginger tom and hurried towards the dens they slept in. Flamestar heaved a sigh of relief when he could no longer see the tails of the bothersome mother and daughter. At least they no longer thought Berrypaw was the prodigy. Let's hope Berrypaw gets chosen tomorrow!
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A massive shouldered, heavily scarred, dark tabby tom paced along the crag that jutted from the caverns stony walls. His bright amber eyes glittered in anticipation and he lashed his twisted tail back and forth. A certain scar stood out on this tom's shoulder. It looked like a star. A broken star.
"Today you sit before me with fifteen allegeable contestants. In six days you will sit in the exact same spot but with only thirteen allegeable contestants. And from where you sit you will watch your Clans contestants die!" he yowled. Berrypaw shuddered and moved closer into her mother's dark brown fur.
The dark tom continued, "The two cats chosen to receive the highest honour of representing your Clan throughout the Game of Blood are Wildstorm and Berrypaw."
Flamestar's body was racked with purrs of amusement as Berrypaw let out a shriek, Oh how ironic! Thank you High Stars for you have given me a great blessing by sending that worthless piece of crow food to the Game of Blood!
His blue eyes flicked to the spiky gray tom that was Wildstorm. He had never conversed with the quiet warrior as he was always sitting furthest from the Clan during meetings. Flamestar simply shrugged and stepped forward to meet the contestants, "Congratulations you two! The High Stars have chosen well this year," he winked at Berrypaw and turned to the caller, "Continue Brokenstar."
Brokenstar nodded and jumped down the few ledges that lead to the cavern floor. As he landed he swivelled his gaze to fall on Berrypaw, "Berrypaw. Foster daughter of Hawksong and Larkwing. Mate none. Kits none. Do you Berrypaw of PheonixClan accept your position as a contestant of the Game of Blood?"
Berrypaw scrunched up her eyes as she whispered, "I do."
"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant!" Brokenstar purred. He lined up his unsheathed paw with Berrypaw's hind leg and lashed out four times, creating a perfect X on each side. Blood dripped from the wounds as Berrypaw squirmed in pain. Three drops rolled off her leg at the same time and hit the ground. They formed what Berrypaw assumed was a very rough stream of red. A voice that sounded like a storm whispered in her ear.
"Beware the moon that drips with blood."
The red and white she-cat wrinkled her nose at the odd words as she trained her ears to hear Brokenstar address Wildstorm.
"Wildstorm. Son of Lilypatch and Adderstrike. Mate none. Kits none. Do you Wildstorm accept your position as a contestant of the Game of Blood?"
"I do," Wildstorm replied strongly, his deep voice reverberating off the heavy stone walls.
Brokenstar's voice was filled with malice, "Then I hereby mark you as a contestant of the Game of Blood." Again the murderous leader raised his paws and slashed Wildstorm's hind legs four times to create two identical X's . Wildstorm remained as silent as ever as blood dribbled off his leg and fell to the ground. The blood droplets slid down the smooth rock, joining with Berrypaw's stream of blood. The voice of a rolling storm filled his head, pounding at it with painful force.
"Beware the moon that drips with blood."
Then the sound of thunder, lightning and rain was gone and Wildstorm returned his gaze to Brokenstar.
"Cats of PheonixClan say goodbye to these..brave cats as I suspect you will never see them again," he ordered before sidling off to the side to watch from a distance.
Hawksong draped her tail over Berrypaw as the young apprentice sobbed quietly. Flamestar had to stop himself from mocking the weak apprentice. Let her die a failed prodigy! No cat however went to Wildstorm. The spiky gray warrior stood awkwardly to one side as the Clan crowded around Berrypaw, murmuring comforting words to the apprentice.
Brokenstar however stalked over to the warrior, promise shining in his amber eyes. "You seem a strong warrior Wildstorm," he whispered, "Yet here you are not noticed for your strength. You are simply known as an outcast."
"I have been called many things Brokenstar. An outcast is not the worst," the spiky gray tom retorted.
"Don't you wish you could be more though?"
Wildstorm stared at Brokenstar with curious pale yellow eyes, "What are you suggesting Brokenstar?"
"Join us. And when you die you will not go to the dark depths of StarClan. Instead you will join the callers in the paradise that is the Dark Forest," Brokenstar purred, tempting the doomed warrior with the promise of eternal life in the Dark Forest. Wildstorm narrowed his eyes as he contemplated the offer he was receiving.
"I accept your offer Brokenstar."
Brokenstar nodded, his eyes flashing, "Good."
As their conversation broke up the storm outside the cavern ceased and a brilliant flash of white lightning streaked across the sky. The sign had been sent.
Berrypaw stumbled over to join Brokenstar and Wildstorm, her face wet with tears. Brokenstar growled slightly at her, sending her skittering away with a mew of fear.
"I hope you have said goodbye to both warriors," the dead leader yowled, emphasising the word both. "As it will most likely be the last time you see them."
The Clan remained silent as Brokenstar's words echoed throughout the cavern. He snorted and turned to the contestants with a wink. The wind picked up suddenly as another streak of lightning raced across the sky, taking the contestants and their caller with them.
Woot! Another chapter of contestants being announced down! Three more to go! Wow just realised how long this story is turning out already. *Sigh* Still haven't come up with the allegiances for RogueClan. *facepalm*
Oh well I'll start working on them soon!
As always reviews would be lovely!
Hunter Out~