I AM SO SORRY I LEFT YOU HANGING! I have a busy, life, and I was working with other stories yadda yadda yadda, but I promise that I have not given up! I won't keep you hanging for too long, and you know I said you support someone this chapter; well this is the last chapter to sponsor. I won't keep you much longer, so here's the story!

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Chapter 11- Cloudtuft- ThunderClan

I hope I make it out of the bloodbath. Violettail is like a leader, Palesky is kinda like our medicine cat. And I'm the warrior. We make a tiny Clan. Sort of. Soon our walking came to a stop, as we came to a dark, shadowy, gray, black, and purple wall. The hazy colors swirled together making the fog look solid. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, I wanted to fight. I glanced down at my white paws, and saw my claws slide out involuntarily. Palesky stood beside me in our "brick formation" noticed my paws and whispered through clenched teeth,

"Shield, don't let, get you." Her long lean legs shivered as she resisted the strong urge to let her claws slip out and tear away at the grass like all the others did. A thin smile slid over Thistlclaw's face as he watched the struggling tributes.

"Welcome to the arena! I trust you are enjoying our borders? During the games if you try to escape you will find yourself here, with the urge to run back and fight." He laughed before swiped in his tail across the air. Darkstripe appeared from his guarding spot (next to Violettail), taking two cats away with him. Clawface came out from in front of him sauntering away with two more cats. A sleek black she-cat stepped out from next to Nightwhisker who stood behind me. She pulled me and beckoned Shortleg. We both nodded padded forward.

"I'm Rosethorn and from now on you listen to only me starting now." She commanded not breaking pace. Words flowed off her tongue smoothly. She was a young she-cat, maybe only 14 moons. Dainty black paws, sleek pointed tail, she was as pretty as Streamstep. Maybe even prettier. We followed as calm as we could manage though Shorteg was breathing heavily. I edged towards the WindClan tabby and laid a comforting tail over his shoulder.

"It's going to be ok," I mouthed, and with glassy eyes Shortleg nodded. Without turning her head Rosethorn ordered sassily,

"Shut up! Just follow." We followed silently with clenched jaws. After making sure we were following quietly like told, Rosethorn picked up the pace.

"Hurry!" we lagged behind trying to keep up to her swift pace. The black cat stopped abruptly and raised a slim, threatening paw. "I told you hurry!" Her paw shook as she retracted her claws and set it back down on the ground. "Just keep my pace." She finally growled before turning around. With a smile I whispered to Shortleg,

"An-ger!" in a sing-song voice. He stifled a giggle. Rosethorn pretended not to hear but her ears twitched, and her sleek black tail lashed back and forth. The forest whizzed by and soon we came to a halt. Directly in front of us was two thick slices of logs right from the trunk of an old tree. Hickory, maybe?

"Get on." She growled. Faith shaken I strutted over the former tree. I slipped onto the pedestal and stepped to the center of the rings. Small metal straps clamped over my paws, I cringed. I glanced over at the WindClan warrior to my right. He had acquired owl eyes as he stared at his newly locked down feet. He had seemed to have forgotten that the Dark Forest was a lot more advanced than the Clans down here. Plus StarClan.

"Have fun! Try not to die!" Rosethorn cackled. And with a powerful kick from her hind legs, our log slices lurched forward. Slowly we shifted; a loud creaking sound filled the forest. Like clanging, rusty metal gars? Was that what the Dark Forest called them? Or Gores? Or Geers? Well whatever they were they were making noise and they moved the log pedestals straight into the solid shadow. The staring marks continued, and for a while all that was visible was a purple gray haze. The sun blinded me. I burst from the fog, and there we were in a clearing. Surrounded by thick forests. It was official, the games were on.

The clearing was large and in the center was a small pile and over-flowing hollow log. An over flowing log of small sacks, all containing supplies necessary for survival. That was where they wanted to draw us to. The pile was also smaller than normal; the Dark Forest was more blood-thirsty this year. I saw Violettail and Palesky side by side about seven tributes down. I caught a set of pale amber eyes. Violettail gave the tiniest nod and looked away from the pile to forest beyond. I flicked my tail tip ever so slightly and Palesky caught my movement. She looked her littermate in the eye and unspoken words flashed between the sisters. With that we waited for start.

"Welcome toms and she-cats to 15th annual Survival Games! Where survival of the fittest is the only rule!" An all too perky announcer came over the forest. Could it be Streamstep? "And so with that let the games begin!" A musical sound of metal ringing on metal wavered through the air and I took off. I sprinted towards Violettail and Palesky who skirted the edge of the fighting picking up only one small rabbit skin pouch as they flew by. Still behind I found myself being attacked by Goldie. She fought viciously, fangs bared and with each blow I felt fire running throughout my body. All the cuts and gashes were sure to bruise, they became to sting. But with each dodged blow to the throat, I managed to lay a few claw marks on her. It was the white flash that saved me. Purepelt came out of nowhere, her pelt resembling the opposite of her name, and she began to take on Goldie.

"For Sparkflight!" She screeched. As I slipped away from the she-cats, I glanced over to see a horrified Shortleg standing over a lifeless gray pelt, blood on his teeth. I was going to be sick. I dashed away to the bushes in time to hear a blood curdling shriek. I turned to see a scarlet she-cat that had once been Purepelt lying on the ground. I watched the small smile on her face as she watched me run away, and the light faded from her light blue eyes.

I'd caught up with my Clanmates, we darted through towards the bushes, and we continued to run. Nearly out of the clearing, there was a thundering of paws and a dark brown massleapted towards our party. All of us froze with fear and shock. We couldn't move even if we wanted to, The cat hurdled straight for us and no one had enough reaction time to think. Snake lunged for us extremely fast, headed straight for Violettail's throat.

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-Skystar