Yay another update :D This time I bring to you...RogueClan!

Oh and I won't be updating as much as I have been as I am working on another project to do with the Game of Blood series. So keep an eye on the author notes for updates as I will be needing things such as voices ;)

Anyway read and review!

We come from far and wide, with the goal of spreading fear to the skies. We are the cats of RogueClan so vicious and unbelieving.

Leader: Scar: Midnight black tom with heavy scarring over his flank

Deputy: Singe: Smoky black tom with lighter fur tips

Medicine Cat: Iana: Sleek tortoiseshell she-cat with a black tail tip

Warriors:

Shiver: Icy silver tom with a long scar running across his back

Lilac: Light amber tabby she-cat with lilac spots

Paws: White tom with black paws

Night: Ebony black she-cat with lighter underbelly

Socks: Dark brown tabby tom

Jim: Ginger and white striped tom

Evelena: Light brown tabby she-cat with darker stripes around her ankles

Claw: Gray tabby tom with black left ear

Ice: Tall, long haired white tom

Rex: Silver tom with gray paws

Magic: Small light ginger she-cat with white stripes

Tinder: Faded blue tom

Ruby: Dusty red she-cat with white chin

Tiny: Blue patched tabby tom

Ashes: Ash gray ticked tabby tom with black fur around eyes

Apprentices:

Sky: Pretty blue silver tabby she-cat

Feather: Light brown lynx point she-cat

Screech: Black tabby tom

Queens:

Blair: Scruffy fawn shaded tortoiseshell she-cat. Mother to Rex's kits; Twist, Kite and Flower

Spark: Red she-cat with white stripes. Pregnant with Singe's kits

Elders:

Fang: Snappy dark gray tom with white muzzle. Blind in both eyes

Petal: Quiet white and brown she-cat. Retired early due to broken leg

The sound of clashing claws and painful yowls filled the usual silent swampy ground. Hard mud was kicked up by flailing paws as two cats fought viciously in a small clearing. A ring of cats had gathered round them and were calling out in encouragement.

"Claw his face!"

"Strike her down!"

"Tear her chest open!"

"Rip his heart from his body!"

A loud yowl of pain was joined by screeches of excitement. Claws sunk deep into skin and blood was splattered across long dead leaves.

Light brown fur mixed with crimson red blood as a lithe she-cat ripped her claws through her attacker's icy silver fur. "You picked on the wrong she-cat Shiver," the she-cat hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh no I select my victims very well Evelena," Shiver snarled back. A hard glint appeared in his dark amber eyes and he dove forward. Evelena shot to the left and raked her claws across Shiver's shoulder. Shiver hissed and plunged his fangs into Evelena's striped leg, chasing a pain stricken yowl from her lungs.

None of the watching cats had seen a midnight black tom slink through the dead trees and sit comfortably on a log. A pretty tortoiseshell she-cat perched on the log beside him. The tom draped his tail over the she-cat's shoulders and turned to face the fighting cats.

"I didn't know the warriors were having their own training sessions today."

Shiver and Evelena fell apart from their scuffle and the gathered cats shrunk back in fear.

"Do explain why two of my best warriors were tearing each other apart," the tom asked icily.

Evelena stepped forward and dipped her head, "We were simply practising our fighting skills in case we get chosen for the Game of Blood, Scar."

"Oh really? Last time I checked you were supposed to practice with your claws sheathed," Scar retorted. He lifted his tail off the she-cats shoulder and jumped to the ground.

The she-cat followed him, "Of all people I would have expected you two to know that herbs are hard to come by this season."

"We know that now Iana," Shiver growled while inspecting his blood soaked pelt.

Iana lashed her tail and stalked over to where Evelena stood, "Clean the blood off your pelt so I can see where the worst scratches are."

Evelena obeyed and lapped at her brown pelt, her tongue already stained red with blood. Shiver on the other hand was rolling around in the dirt in order to get the dirt off his pelt.

Scar watched calmly as the two warriors finished cleaning their pelts and were treated by Iana. Pride for his beautiful mate he hid knowing that if he showed any weakness his Clan mates would spring and kill them both.

He lifted his black head to stare at the gathered cats, "Back to camp with all of you. Our caller is bound to arrive soon."

The crowd dispersed and the four cats were left in silence. Apart from the occasional hiss as Iana placed ointment on wounds no words passed between the cats. That was until Shiver whispered something to Evelena and Scar heard.

"Do not speak about your medicine cat like that!" he roared making all three cats jump.

Iana hurried over to her mate, "What did they say? I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad."

"Shiver called you weak and that you would snap like a twig in the wind."

"Like I said it wasn't even that bad," Iana lied. Inside she was seething with anger but if Scar found out there would be one less warrior at the Calling.

Scar calmed down dramatically but still cast Shiver looks that could kill. However both cats were now healed and were allowed to return to camp.

Evelena raced off with Shiver at her side and once they got far enough away they burst into fits of amused purrs. "Did you see her face!?" Shiver finally got out after moments of purrs.

"I swear that had to be the funniest thing I have ever seen!" Evelena agreed.

A blast of wind suddenly swept through the swamp and almost knocked them off their paws. A loud roar followed soon after. "Fox dung!" Shiver spat, "We're late for the Calling!"

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A small, slender silver tabby she-cat blinked slowly as the last few cats seated themselves before her. She flicked her shredded ears before letting out a loud yowl that startled many of the cats. "Welcome all to the naming of RogueClan's contestants. Those chosen today will be placed into an arena to fight against 10 other competitors. If you win all manner of riches await you. If you don't, well you don't come home if you die."

The she-cat's speech was met with shudders of horror and revulsion but no words were spoken. It was as it all words had been frozen with fear and refused to grace the still world around them.

"The cats chosen to compete in the Game of Blood are Screech and Tinder."

"But Screech is an apprentice!" a feminine voice cried out.

The Caller looked the voice's owner in the eyes, "You know the rules Night. Both warriors and apprentices can be chosen to compete."

Night hung her head and refused to watch as Screech made his way to join the Caller and Tinder at the front.

"It is odd though for the High Stars to choose an apprentice to die when they have hardly started their life," the Caller murmured loud enough for Screech to hear her.

"Your words make no difference to what happens to me Ivypool," Screech hissed back.

"Then let's get started," Ivypool purred before turning to face Tinder, "Tinder. Son of Fang and Myth. Mate Lynx deceased. Kits deceased. Do you Tinder accept your position as a contestant of the Game of Blood?"

Tinder nodded his faded blue head slowly, "I do."

"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant." Ivypool raised her unsheathed paw and slashed it across Tinder's fuzzy chest. Her claws dug so deep that blood poured out almost instantaneously. The blood spiralled down his strands of blue fur and a voice that sounded like a thundering waterfall whispered in his ears.

"Beware the moon that drips with blood."

He looked down at his chest with sad eyes as he recognised the mark all RogueClan contestants receive. A crescent moon. Tinder shifted his gaze so that he was looking at Screech's tiny frame. He knew that the tiny apprentice was a strong fighter but he looked so weak…

Ivypool moved to stand in front of Screech, "Screech. Son of Fang and Puddle. Future mate Feather. Kits none. Do you Screech of RogueClan accept your position as a contestant in the Game of Blood?"

"I do!" Screech replied proudly, straining on his legs to appear taller. Scar snorted in amusement at the weak apprentice while Iana simply looked on with sympathetic eyes.

"Then I hereby mark you as a contestant," Ivypool meowed gleefully before striking her claws across Screech's black chest, permanently engraving a crescent moon on his body. As the blood dribbled down his legs the sound of a thundering waterfall grew louder in his head until it was almost unbearable. Then the thundering suddenly vanished and a voice of a thousand whispers took its place.

"Beware the moon that drips with blood."

Panting, Screech struggled to stay on his feet as even more of his blood spilt onto the floor. The words that had been whispered in his ear by some hidden spirit were lost in the panic that threatened to take over him.

Fur brushed up against him and a voice whispered in his ear, "Stand up Screech. Stand up and face your demons."

Then the stranger was gone and Screech raised his head to stare into the cold abyss's that were Ivypool's eyes.

"These are your contestants. Say goodbye to them cats of RogueClan because the foes they will come to face in the following days will be enough to kill the strongest of souls," Ivypool's voice was a breath of reality in Tinder's hidden nightmare. He shook in fear of what creatures he would have to fight in order to survive.

His Clan mates milled around him, whispering words of sympathy and good luck. He felt his eyes stray to the one cat he wish would say goodbye to him more than ever. Evelena stood off to the side, her light brown fur brushing against Shiver's icy white fur.

Tinder sighed as he watched Shiver run his muzzle along Evelena's shoulder. At least he would die fighting for the one he loved but did not love him back.

Screech on the other hand was being fussed over by his mother and was hissing angrily under his breath. "Mother leave me be! I can look after myself."

"Can't a mother not have one last moment with her kit without being hissed at?" his mother hissed back.

Screech's father joined them with a glare, "Leave us be Puddle. I wish to speak with our son alone."

"About what? Going to teach him how to have hordes of mates?" Puddle growled. Fang simply shoved her away before returning to Screech.

"I have only one thing to say to you son. Win or lose you are dead already, no cat dead or alive can save you now." And with that he was gone.

A boom of thunder rolled overhead making Tinder jump. Ivypool's voice called out above the din, "Contestants come here for it is time for us to leave!"

Tinder and Screech walked slowly over to Ivypool and to where their deaths awaited them. A blast of wind coated them both in a shower of gritty dust. And when the wind was gone so were they.