Sorry for taking so long to update! I feel so bad ;_;

My excuse for it; I have been overloaded with school work!

Anyway introducing CedarClan!

Shadestar and Poppylight belong to Sunshadow and Leaffang. Cloverstream belongs to The Love of A Raven. Deersplash belongs to Military Mechanic and Spiderstep belongs to Mossshine of The Stars.

~/Dark forests, sunny meadows, swirling rivers. We are the cats of CedarClan so happy and lethal\~

Leader: Shadestar: Smoky black she-cat. (Sunshadow and leaffang)

Deputy: Cloverstream: Cinnamon tabby she-cat with white chest, underbelly and paws. (The Love of A Raven)

Medicine Cat: Poppylight: White she-cat with a black spotted pelt. (Sunshadow and leaffang)

Warriors:

Deersplash: A light brown she-cat with white dapples on her flanks, four white paws and ear tips. (Military Mechanic)

Sageleaf: Small creamy tortoiseshell she-cat.

Badgerstrike: Black tom with a white streak down the middle of his face.

Spiderstep: Long-legged, thin jet black tom with brown paws up to his knees, brown underbelly and chest. (Mossshine of the Stars)

Nightfrost: Black she-cat with white stripes and paws.

Sunrose: Light golden she-cat with dusty red ear tips, paws and tail tip.

Pineshade: Small blackish brown tabby tom.

Snowdash: White tom with fur that sticks out at all angles.

Hawkflight: Dark tabby tom with black rings around his tail.

Firestrike: Bright orange she-cat with creamy white spots.

Darkfang: Smoky brown tom with lighter stripes on his belly.

Thornfoot: Light black almost gray tom.

Apprentices:

Tornpaw: Small black marbled tabby she-cat with bright red flecks

Brightpaw: White she-cat with creamy ginger patches and red forepaw.

Queens:

Vixenheart: Bright red she-cat with white muzzle, chin, throat, underbelly and tail tip. Thick plumy tail. Pregnant with Darkfang's kits.

Elders:

Skydrop: Light blue she-cat with extremely faint patches of white.

Raggedbranch: Tawny brown tabby tom.

Tall trees reached to the stars as their brilliant green leaves cascaded like leafy waterfalls, covering the sky, blocking out all light from reaching the shadowy forest floor below. Streams of light however, filtered through tiny holes spreading over the floor in spotted patterns casting an eerie feeling to the forest.

Laughter trickled through the trees and joined with the graceful songs of thrushes as they called to each other from the branches of the towering cedar trees. Three fuzzy shapes shot through the undergrowth, a fourth following them closely. Their fur streamed out behind them as the trees thinned and opened up into a magnificent meadow. Bright red, yellow, orange and purple flowers dotted the meadow and the grass twisted and twirled to the winds silent song.

"Last one to Lily Pond is a fat duck!" the cat's tinkling voice rose high on the wind.

They carved a path through the tall grass, their tail's weaving out behind them like snakes. The meadow parted in front of them and a pond appeared. But they did not stop. Instead they dived into the pond with cries of joy.

"Brightpaw lost!"

"I did not Tornpaw!" Brightpaw squeaked, "I'm pretty sure it was Thornfoot who lost!"

A dark gray almost black tom pricked his ears, "Excuse me! I can assure you lot that I did not lose!"

"Okay fine," a fourth cat huffed, "I'll admit it. I lost!"

Brightpaw let out a purr, "Ha! You're a fat duck Firestrike!"

Firestrike shook her head in amusement and splashed water at Brightpaw. The ginger and white apprentice hissed in disgust and shoved Firestrike under the water.

When the bright orange warrior resurfaced her pelt was a dull ginger.

"How about we don't get each other wet," Tornpaw muttered, drawing a red flecked paw over her ear.

Thornfoot sidled over to sit beside Tornpaw on the bank, "Is little Tornpaw afraid of some water?"

"No! I just don't want to get a cold," Tornpaw hissed.

"You won't get a cold mouse brain," Thornfoot purred. He stood up and shoved the marbled black apprentice head first into the pond.

Brightpaw burst into a fit of amused purrs when Tornpaw reappeared a few moments later. The black apprentice's fur was sticking up in funny angles and a piece of slick green moss clung to her shoulder.

From where he was standing Thornfoot could see Tornpaw seething under her skin. She is one fiery apprentice!

A loud yowl tore the cheery mood into tiny shreds.

Firestrike shuddered as the words came from her mouth, "The Calling."

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A lean black tom sat hauntingly on a tree trunk, his amber eyes glittering in the little light that filtered through the Cedar trees. "Hurry up!" he yowled as four stragglers hurried into camp and took their positions among the small crowd.

"All cats are here Breezepelt," a smoky black she-cat called out from her position near a tunnel entrance.

"Perhaps you can teach your warriors to be on time Shadestar?" Breezepelt sneered at the she-cat.

Shadestar simply hissed back and narrowed her yellow eyes.

"We are gathered here today to pick two contestants from CedarClan who will fight in the Game of Blood," Breezepelt paused and swung his head to the side to stare into the eyes of Firestrike. The bright warrior immediately dropped her eyes to the dusty floor.

A malice coated smile graced the black toms face before he continued, "The cats chosen by the High Stars to compete are Badgerstrike and Thornfoot."

Tornpaw felt the blood drain from her very veins as her friend from kit hood padded to join Breezepelt. She felt tears well up at the corner of her eyes but she held them back. Tears are a sign of weakness, do not let them fall from your face.

Brightpaw felt Firestrike stiffen beside her. She knew the warrior had strong feelings for Thornfoot but had never had the courage to tell him. It was too late now anyway.

"Ah, so you two are the ones the High Stars chose," Breezepelt purred silkily, "And may I say they chose well this season!"

His amber eyes drifted over to Badgerstrike's bulky shoulders and huge paws. "Very well indeed."

"Well let's get this over with, Tigerstar is waiting for us. Badgerstrike. Son of Raggedbranch and Skydrop. Mate deceased. Kits none. Do you Badgerstrike of CedarClan accept your position as a contestant of the Game of Blood?"

Badgerstrike dipped his huge head, "I do."

"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant of the Game of Blood," Breezepelt jumped onto the ground and unsheathed his claws. He lined them up with Badgerstrike's forehead and lashed out with a snarl of greed. Badgerstrike clenched his jaws as blood oozed over his eyes, covering his vision with a sheen of red. A voice like the sound of a roaring lion filled his head.

"Beware the moon that drips will blood."

The contestant shook his head slightly at the strange words. As far as he was concerned the words meant nothing to him.

Thornfoot stood awkwardly to one side as Breezepelt called out his list, "Thornfoot. Son of Dewdapple and Stormshade. Mate none. Kits none. Do you Thornfoot of CedarClan accept your position as a contestant of the Game of Blood?"

"I do," Thornfoot's voice shook as he muttered the words that sealed his death.

"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant of the Game of Blood."

Pain seared across Thornfoot's head as Breezepelt's infamous thorn sharp claws tore through the skin on his fore head. Blood spilt down his forehead morphing his sight from the camp wall to a waterfall of red. A roaring voice filled his head.

"Beware the moon that drips with blood."

Before Thornfoot could even consider the words that had been whispered in his ear by a roaring lion, Breezepelt was yowling orders at the top if his lungs.

"Say goodbye to them members of CedarClan as I highly doubt you will ever see them again. But be quick we must travel soon."

Firestrike broke away from the crowd immediately and raced over to where Thornfoot stood, still bleeding from his marking. He was surprised to say the least when Firestrike buried her muzzle deep into his thick fur.

Tornpaw followed more slowely with Brightpaw at her side. "I feel bad for her," Brightpaw whispered.

"Why?"

"Thornfoot is going into a battle he probably won't come out of and Firestrike will never get to tell him how she feels," Brightpaw murmured sadly. Tornpaw nudged her gently in warning as Thornfoot padded over.

"I'll be okay," he whispered when he looked into Tornpaw's eyes. It was almost as if a silent conversation had passed between them.

"You'll look after them?"

"Of course."

"Especially Firestrike, she seems really upset for some reason."

"I will. And I wish I could tell you why but that duty falls to her and her alone."

"I understand Tornpaw. Goodbye old friend."

"Goodbye and good hunting."

Brightpaw nodded in sad agreement, "Of course you'll be fine."

Thornfoot let his eyes drift to where Badgerstrike was talking with his parents. At least he can say goodbye to his. He watched as the intimidating tom broke down and wept at the thought of his imminent death.

To make things worse Breezepelt suddenly yowled, "Contestants come here the time has come for us to leave!"

A black cloud of mist had descended behind CedarClan's caller and it grew larger as Badgerstrike and Thornfoot neared it. "Close your eyes," Breezepelt warned.

The last thing Thornfoot saw was Firestrike's devastated face. Then all was black.

I haven't even started writing the next chapter yet :-( So I don't know when the next chapter will be out.

To all those people who gave me cats for RougeClan I did like some of the names but FFN rules state that I cannot except them sorry :(

Till next update!

Hunter Out~