Before we start this chapter I will post the BloodClan Allegiances!

Note: The Healer is former WaterClan medicine cat, which is why she has a slave name.

Leader: Dark Tiger- dark brown tom

Healer: Pain(Rosepetal)- ginger and white she-cat, formerly of WaterClan

Warriors: Night Wind- black tom with ice blue eyes

Black Raven- black she-cat with a white underbelly

Forbidden Love- pregnant white and tan she-cat, to-be mother of Night Wind's kits

Quick Run- brown tabby tom

Star Stripes- silver tabby tom

Phantom Wolf- gray and white tom

White Stalker- black and white tom

Bright Starlight- ginger she-cat with yellow eyes, mother of Night Wind's kits Fire Wind and Crow Wing

Twilight Sun- black she-cat with yellow eyes

Winged Squirrel- pregnant white she-cat, to-be mother of White Stalker's kits

Kits: Fire Wind- Ginger tom

Crow Wing- white she-cat with black front paws

Slaves: Carrion(Breezestream)-calico she-cat, former WindClan cat

Crowfood(Echopaw)- calico she-cat with blue eyes

Melt(Snowpelt)- white tom, formerly of WaterClan

Fall(Fallingwing)- ginger she-cat, mother of Night Wind's kits Maggot and Rotten

Trip(Amberthorn)- gray tom with amber eyes, formerly of EarthClan

Fly(Petalflight)- pregnant black she-cat, to-be mother of White Stalker's kits

Kittypet(Cory)-long-furred brown and white tabby tom, former kittypet

Invisible(Pureice)- white she-cat, formerly of WaterClan, new mother of Phantom Wolf's kits Hide and Broken

Dirt(Sandi)- ginger and white she-cat, former kittypet

Plain(Morningsong)- white she-cat, formerly of WaterClan

Dead(Goldenpaw)- golden brown and white tabby tom with green eyes, formerly of WaterClan

Pit(Dreampaw)- calico and white she-cat, formerly of WaterClan

Slave kits: Maggot- silver she-cat

Rotten- gray tom

Hide- gray and white she-cat

Broken- white she-cat

Yes, the slaves can overrun BloodClan, but they are weaker and more tired. BloodClan may be lazy, but they aren't slow or weak.

"I call all cats and slaves to gather around the Slavehole for our full moon sacrifice!" Pit and the others had been at the BloodClan camp for almost a moon. The cat at the top of the Slavehole Stone, who Pit knew all too well, was known as Dark Tiger. Now that she had been here for so long, she knew how things were run in BloodClan. Leaders were given the name Tiger instead of -star like her own Clans. Names didn't change and there were no apprentices. Like slaves, six moon old cats had the possibility of becoming queens, which were never separated from the others. Queens were normal warriors, just with kits. The healer, equivalent to a medicine cat, was a slave from her own Clan who had been Palesong's mentor.

"Aren't Invisible's kits so cute?" Dead asked. Pit nodded. The white WaterClan cat had given birth only a day before. Dark Tiger had given her kit's the names Hide and Broken.

"As is a common full moon sacrifice, our newest slave queen will be given to Tigerstar. Invisible, come forward." Dark Tiger yowled. Invisible's eyes widened.

"But my kits won't have milk!" She protested.

"Fall and the others do. They will feed Broken." Dark Tiger hissed. Invisible hung her head, but she stepped forward.

"What about Hide?" Dead noted quietly.

"I'm sorry my kits." She whispered as she passed Fall, who was holding her kits sadly.

"Tigerstar, you have given us a Clan to be proud of. You ask of us each full moon to give you a queen and a kit. This moon we hand over to you both Invisible and Hide. As we send them to their deaths, we ask for you to give us another half moon of protection and comfort." Dark Tiger called to the sky. Night Wind took Hide from fall and pushed Invisible from the Slavehole stone. He threw Hide down after her. Both landed with a crack and a screech. A pool of blood surrounded both cats. Pit hung her head. Another cat from her Clan had died right before her eyes, all because of BloodClan.

"Morning Pit." Dead mewed. She hissed.

"I hate that name!" She commented. Dead twitched his ear in agreement.

"We all hate our names, but it could mean death if we didn't use them around BloodClan." Crowfood commented. Pit thought for a moment.

"Around them." She mewed suddenly, jumping up. All of her friends looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Melt asked finally.

"Nobody ever said we had to use these dreadful names around each other! I say that here in the Slavehole we use our real names." She explained, pacing back and forth.

"That is a good idea." Melt decided.

"It is settled then. We use our real names in the Slavehole and our slave names everywhere else." Plain announced.

"I don't really know your real names though. Besides, I don't have a real name." Crowfood pointed out. The others introduced each other using their birth names.

"Cats who were born here can get a new name so they aren't left out. Maybe someday we can even go back." Morningsong mewed.

"How about we name you Echopaw? You are just over the age of an apprentice." Carrion meowed. Newly Echopaw lifted her head happily. Dreampaw tilted her head.

"Alright. We have Snowpelt, Morningsong, Sandi, Goldenpaw, Echopaw, Fallingwing, Cory, Petalflight, Amberthorn and I forget what your name was Carrion." She mewed.

"Breezestream." She replied. Amberthorn, a former EarthClan cat known outside of the Slavehole as Trip, sat quietly nearby. His eyes glittered at hearing his old name again.

"I want a cool name!" Maggot whined. Fallingwing licked her head.

"What do you say?" She asked Dreampaw. The calico she-cat perked her ears in surprise.

"Why are you asking me? They are your kits." She mewed.

"You gave Echopaw her name. I think you could choose some better then anything I can think of." Fallingwing replied. She looked slightly embarrassed. Dreampaw thought for a moment.

"What do you think of Lilykit for Maggot and Smokekit for Rotten?" She asked finally. Both kits squealed in delight and Fallingwing nodded with a smile. Broken stared at them on wobbling legs, her eyes newly opened.

"Me?" She stammered. Fall licked her head gently.

"Brokenkit." She decided immediately. The kit mustered a small smile but her expression turned sad again, as it had been since the sacrifice of her family. Goldenpaw licked Dreampaw's ear comfortingly. The BloodClan cats were starting to wake up, which meant not only did they have to use their slave names, but they had to work as well. A shadow appeared at the edge.

"Plain! You, Dirt and Trip go with Quick Run, Star Stripes and Phantom Wolf. You are to hunt." A she-cat called to the slave cats. All three cats looked at their friends but obeyed, ascending the steep incline into the BloodClan camp. The shadow disappeared, but another appeared on another side. Winged Squirrel's white pet shone in the sunlight.

"Pit, you are on den cleaning duty. Start with ours and then Dark Tiger's. Dead, your on tick-picking. Everyone else needs to repair the dens and surrounding wall. The storm a few nights ago destroyed most of them." She commanded. Dead and Pit were the first to leave, followed by the others. Pit led the way to the warriors' den.

"Good, the slaves are here." Black Raven hissed.

"About time too! How come we always get slow ones?" The ginger queen added. Her two kits bounced around Pit and Dead, making remarks about them being slow and nipping at their legs.

"Will, what are you two waiting for? I have ticks and dirty bedding!" Another queen, Forbidden Love, growled. Both cats mewed apologies and began to do their assigned jobs. As usual, Pit took the dirty bedding and threw it into the Slavehole. It was the only bedding they got, so they got as much as possible. It didn't make a comfortable bed.

Pit grabbed as much clean moss as she could from the pile by the Healer's den. Pain had been WaterClan medicine cat, mentor of Palesong. Pit hadn't been too old when BloodClan had come for her and Melt.

"Finally!" Bright Starlight snapped as Pit finished replacing their bedding. She bowed her head and stepped back, out of the den. She then bounded into Dark Tiger's den. He was inside, chewing on a bone.

"I have heard from some of my warriors you are being slow. Do you know what happens to slow she-cats?" He hissed. Already? Someone must have come to him while I was getting the moss! Pit thought. She knew all too well what would happen. He lowered her head and didn't say anything, as was the rule for slaves. If they spoke or disobeyed a BloodClan cat, they would be forced to have kits. Toms would be killed or punished.

"Get to work!" Dark Tiger hissed, and immediately Pit grabbed all the dirty bedding she could hold and trudged out of his den. She threw the old moss out and started towards Pain's den. Two familiar cats appeared at the entrances to the other two dens. Plain looked upset, as she had been for about a moon, as she came out of Pain's den. Dead had a large scratch down his cheek, which was bleeding enough for blood to drip down his chin. Both blinked at her and trudged down the Slavehole incline. Pit replaced Dark Tiger's bedding and quickly left. His amber gaze sent shivers down her spine. When she entered the Slavehole, cats were surrounding her friends.

"This is why I hate them! I don't see why we can't say that we have gotten all of the ticks off of them or comment about how good hunting is in their territory!" Amberthorn growled. Morningsong nodded weakly, looking sick. Dreampaw noticed Goldenpaw's scar had dried up and was no longer dripping blood down his chin. His eye, however, was slightly closed because the scar went up too close to it.

"What is going on?" Dreampaw asked Snowpelt quietly as a roar of angry meowing rose from the others. He looked as upset as Morningsong.

"Morningsong has become pregnant because she said hunting was good about a moon ago." He replied.