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Chapter 6- Palesky –ThunderClan

I know Violettail is going to keep me alive, but I have a mission too. Keep her alive. Well this will be interesting I thought as I regained my place in the crowd. Moonlight danced on my fur turning it a silverish color. Streamstep appeared back on the branch where the leaders are supposed to sit. The thought buzzed angrily in the back of my head. She did that stupid giggle thing, then said smoothly,

"Alright, up next WindClan. Lightstreak come up here please." It took a while but after a few moments Lightstreak finally managed to scramble up the tree.

"Not much of a tree climber 'eh?" Lightstreak stared at her with big amber eyes.

"Not the tiniest bit."

"So what would happen if the stage was set in a forest?"

"I'd… be… screwed." He stated slowly. Amused purrs spread through the mass of cats like White cough. I swear I could hear the WindClan cats banging their heads with their paws, Lightstreak's answer had made them sound weak. By the end of the interview I was convinced if he didn't have any sponsors before he must have a couple now.

"Shortleg, your turn."

When the young tabby pulled himself up onto the branch, I was struck by the taunting first question.

"So, Shortleg? Your name, cruelty or truth?" The WindClan tom was shocked and his face showed it.

"I… um…"

"How'd you get your name? Streamstep? Did you fall in a stream?" I was surprised to see that it was Dark who was taunting our hostess. I had seen how she looked at Shortleg, she pitied him. Yet she was standing up for him like a clan mate. Or a friend. I looked at her and was surprised to no longer see the sneering, dominating, Thistleclaw wanna be but a passionate concerned queen. Leafspring joined in to the fun.

"Yeah! If describe cats like you want, you would be Starlesspelt!"

" Or Fakelaugh!" Swiftstep of RiverClan called.

"Weakclaw!" Cloudtuft shouted. The names began to fly.

"Dullfang!"

"Fluffytail!"

"Mouseheart!"

"Frogface!"

"Tufttail!"

"Hollowheart!"

"Fluffytuft!"

"Drabwhisker!"

"Mossbrain!" That was the one that stuck. The chanting began. "Mossbrain, Mossbrain, Mossbrain. Mossbrain, Mossbrain!" Streamstep was incredibly flustered it was easy to see. She was nervous at the sight of riot and furious. Shortleg on the other hand seemed quite content. That was all I had time to notice before Streamstep the volcano exploded spewing hot lava everywhere.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up SHUT UP! The Dark Forest will kill you all! We'll murder you then when you're dead, we'll kill you again so you fade into nothingness!" The silver she-cat was taking deep labored breaths. "And to those who called me Uglypelt! Some cats find me quite attractive!" She cried angry flames glinting in her once calm blue eyes. I smiled on the inside. Alright actually I was bursting at the seams with laughter on the inside. It had been my littermate and I who had called her Uglypelt and Hideousfur. She plastered a completely fake smile and turned back to Shortleg.

"Well," She said though gritted teeth. "Shortleg it looks like our time is up. NEXT!"

"Thanks Mossbrain." The WindClan tabby said smoothly and he gracefully leapt off the tree out of reach. Streamstep let out a battle screech and lunged for the young tom only to be restrained by Breezepelt and Redwillow. Thistleclaw stepped up and glanced uncomfortably at struggling Streamstep.

"Until further notice Sparrowfeather will be the new hostess." As he disappeared I heard him murmur to Hawkheart, a former WindClan medicine cat, "I'm going to need to have you give her an overdose of poppy seeds." The ragged white and gray tom disappeared and was replaced by a scraggly, scared dark brown she-cat.

"Leafspring, your turn I believe." The tortoiseshell climbed up and sat down. "Leafspring what do you think will be your biggest advantage?" The WindClan warrior thought for a moment.

"You don't know where I'll be." She replied carefully.

"Care to explain?"

"Well, I can hunt anywhere, I'm quick and undergrowth is my friend." Sparrowfeather gave a hearty laugh and stated.

"You sound like a ThunderClan cat!"

"I know my strengths that's all." Leafspring answered mysteriously. Their conversation was pretty boring after that. Breezefoot went on talk about how she knew how to take down and eagle and other birds of prey. Strormcloud talked about how she wanted to get home to the welcoming grass and open skies of the moor. RiverClan went next, I was about to listen to Swiftstep when I noticed a friend from RiverClan, Featherbreeze, sneaking away into the undergrowth. Her brindle pelt blended into the bushes scarily well. Normally this would go unnoticed. But I had the empathy of a medicine cat. Something was wrong.

Creeping carefully from the front to the back, then with a lot of work I made it. A lot of time passed as I tried to make it to my destination unnoticed. Sparkflight was talking by the time I made it. I botled to the shore. I found Featherbreeze bawling pushing back sobs as she gazed at the just past full moon. One of the smarter kitty-pets called it a waning gibbous. Survival Games tradition, the choosing (it's sending cats to their deaths, it should be called reaping ;) happens on a full moon and the first day of the games is a full moon. A day of supposed peace.

"Featherbreeze?" I mewed softly as I padded up. "Featherbreeze?" she looked up and blinked a tear from her clear yellow eyes.

"Oh," she sniffed. "Palesky? Why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I replied gently.

"It, it's, it's, its Swiftstep!" and a fresh round of warm wet tears fell to the ground. "She's," that's all brindle she-cat could manage between sobs, "I'm I'm sorry it's just, just she's my littermate." More tears met their doom as they splattered on the ground.

"Ssh, it's alright, ssh." I began to rhythmically smoothing her pelt. "Come on, let's go back alright? The interviews are almost over and I'm sure Swiftstep would want to see you ok?"

"Mmm mmm hmm." She sniffled.

"Alright, well let's go then?" and we padded away to the clearing. We walked into Purepelt chatting up a storm. Once I was settled in the crowd Violettail whispered in my ear.

"Where were you? Just because we go into the crowd after your interview doesn't mean you disappear." I waited a moment before answering.

"RiverClan family crisis, I fixed it."

"'K don't do it again." Our eyes never left Great Oak. Purepelt's interview finished wih Sparrowfeather fading and Thistleclaw replacing her.

"Well good night, we will collect our tributes at sunhigh tomorrow!"

The walk home was uneventful with the exception of Swiftstep winking at me as we left the island.

"What was that about?" the light brown tabby asked me as we bordered WindClan territory.

"You know Featherbreeze? She's Swiftstep's littermate." Understanding dawned with in Violettail. When we got home to camp I went straight to the warriors den. I curled up in my nest preparing for sleep to claim me. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Ha, ha! I did it! I finished. Well I have this quirk of I write all my chapters on paper then I type them so I'm currently writing Chapter 8 and I have writer's block so if you have ideas please PM me! And I have a contest!

One of the Cats mentioned in this chapter is the first tribute name I thought of. So if you can guess which one it is you get to decide the death of a cat. I have no idea what to do for some of them. So guess in a review and I will PM you your results. So that leaves reviewers with 3 things to do. Review, contest or you can do the poll. And this will sound super random but I got crayons! The over sized 96 crayons! I'm a happy skystar! Thanks for reading, review Skystar5