FIRST ROUND

[Darkstar]

(Since I was sending Squirrel everything she needed to say anyway, and since she's not on Skype, I'm taking it upon myself to be her being me.)

Moonfeather has everyone walk into the shared clearing because it's her swag. Moonfeather materializes in all of her zombie-fied glory.

"To start off the games, we will start with a little amusing game. blah blah blah Wolf meets cat sounds entertaining enough for m- er, us. blah blah blah My new friend Orthack would love to do the honors. blah blah blah Let the games begin."


(No one should do anything before Orthack posts. If you were not contacted to die, then you will not die. However, you can do whatever you want in reaction to the one who is dying this round. The 8 tributes and Moonfeather are the only ones who should be posting here. Any other posts made will be deleted and subtracted from you post count. Please give everyone a chance to post in this thread, and don't go crazy over making as many posts as you can.)

Crystalclaw Cloudbreeze Crimsonsky Falconwing Tuftfeather Willowbreeze Ibiswing Cherryleaf

[Orthack]

Orthack barked to the CLoudclan Spirit before him Thanks. Let the Games begin! A demonic smile spread across his face as he looked at the eight balls of insignificant fur before him. They looked tastey, but he didn't feel like kill them. no that would take this thing called effort so he decided to chase them. Right to the lovely Thunderpath where he could easy them as if they were roadkill. The massive black wolf stood up and began to chase them. If these tributes were smart they would RUN TO THE THUNDERPATH AS INTENDED LIKE THEY SHOULD. He kicked off and one stride then another he would now see what they reeking of fear cats would do.

[Crystalclaw]

Crystalclaw stood shivering. Her fur stood on end. So this was what actual fear felt like. Like she was about to die any moment, witch she could. Also like everything happy or nice had left her and had been replaced with demon's. People flashed by her life, Snakeclaw, Tearpaw, Her apprentice's and Emberstorm. Before she knew it a tear slipped out of her eye.

Standing in front of her was a large wolf. This made the terror even bigger. Then the wolf stepped forward and broke into a run. Obviously Crystalclaw's instinct was to run and she did. She ran hard a white ball of fur was probably what most of them saw. She ran and ran until she could smell the horrible smell of monster's corrupting her nose. Oh darkforest! She had probably ran straight into his stupid trap.

[Ibiswing]

Ibiswing stood tall, her chin held high and her body stiff with determination. A wolf. She would be fighting a wolf. But she refused to be afraid. She would die if she was afraid. The she-cat watched as the wolf spoke, and her eyes widened. Her stomach twinge, but she forced the terror back and dug her claws into the ground. The wolf took a step forward, then another, and she turned and ran, crashing into the bushes and ripping through the undergrowth.

She was determined not to die in the first round. She wanted to die with dignity, not like this. Her feet were tearing at the ground as she sprinted, eyes steely with determination. She turned once, then twice, hoping to throw the wolf off. Redfern. Hawkstar. Her friends. Her mother. She wasn't going to die on them. Her adrenaline surged through her body, and a horrible smell, though faint, became apparent. It smelled unnatural and tar-like.

[Cherryleaf]

Cherryleaf shuddered.

This was what her ancestors had in store? It was sickening. When she was dead, oh would those cats get it...

"Fine, then," Cherryleaf whispered in rage, "I'll do what I was born to do, then!" Cherryleaf whipped around, fear and desire flowing through her eyes. She knew what she was going for.

When she spotted her destination, Cherryleaf drew in as much air as she could before bolting forward, her legs burning already. The she-cat felt blood race through her, adrenaline and the desire to live pushing her forward.

Back when she was still in the Clan, Cherryleaf was scared to the point of sickness, and she didn't believe she'd be able to do anything. Now, however, she had to think fast and do what she could to live.

Upon reaching the brown, rough surface, Cherryleaf leaped up, purring contentedly for a few moments as she scaled the tree.

"Can't get me up here, you dumb dog!" Cherryleaf snickered from her branched, keeping herself balanced.

TreeClan cats climbed, and Cherryleaf was no exception.

[Tuftfeather]

Tuftfeather didn't really have much time to think or react to what the Cloudclan spirit had said before the wolf showed up. It was terriying, it's slobbery maw dripping with saliva as it barked something unintelligible. Blinded with fear, the cat started running. She didn't even know where she was anymore as far as the other cats were concerned. "Cherryleaf!" she shouted, pelting as quickly as possible forward. The exclamation caught her breath in her throat and made her choke slightly. She hoped to whatever powers that remained uncorrupted that the other she-cat was safe and running. She had no clue where anything was, just that the smell of tar was approaching, but not quite close yet.

[Falconwing]

Falconwing flattened his ears. The demonic cry of the wolf pierced his ears, panic thundered through him as the creature rose. His legs shook with every step that the wolf took. Falconwing took a deep breathe and backed up, his tail brushing the ground as he turned. He hissed as he felt the large paws shake the Earth. The tabby glanced back, behind him, and widened his eyes as he saw the wolf chasing after the tributes. It was large and black and hideous. Falconwing focused once more on what was ahead of him and dodged a small tree, his heart stopping momentarily. If he had hit that tree, death would have been upon him in an instant. Where was this wolf chasing them down to?

With a terrified yowl, Falconwing's foot was caught by a root that stuck out of the ground, tripping him up. He tumbled to a stop and began to scrabble at the ground, pushing himself up and launched himself once more into the air. He panted heavily, glancing behind him to see where the creature of terror was hiding.

[Crimsonsky]

The games had begun. His claws had been unsheathed since he had entered the clearing. He was determined to win. He was going to do what it took, even if that meant killing.

He could take whatever Cloudclan could throw at him. Yes, he was Crimsonsky, he had survived far worse, he could make it through this. He was ready.

And then the Wolf came. His eyes widening in fear, he took off running like a coward. A wolf?! This wasn't what he had been told! He was supposed to be fighting other cats, not this beast! He cursed under his breath as he tore through the trees, running towards the thunderpath. The only safe place. Maybe, if he was lucky enough, one of the monsters would crush this beast. A wolf was nothing compared to one of those monsters.

He knew there were others running with him. He ran past Falconwing, who appeared to have fallen. No time to help him. Only his own survival mattered now. Again, hadn't it always been like that for him? This was different, somehow... he wanted to help.

But his fear of the wolf's teeth biting into his flesh and taking his life kept him from doing anything. "Goodbye, Falconwing." He thought.

No. That wasn't right.

He had let too many cats down. And he wasn't going to let Falconwing down.

He ran back to Falconwing, but kept a few feet away. "We need to go." He told him. "Come on! I can't leave you."

[Darkstar]

--since it has been an hour, you all may continue to post instead of waiting for the other tributes--

[Ibiswing]

Ibiswing skidded to a halt. In front of her was a black stretch of what appeared to be dark, porous stone that reeked of Twolegs and something bitter and sour and disgusting. She would have wrinkled her nose if death wasn't staring her in the face. Strange, glinting monsters rushed over the Thunderpath without moving their black, artificial-smelling feet. Trying to cross this path could be lethal. She was fast and strong, but perhaps not fast enough to outrun a monster and certainly not strong enough to fight a wolf.

But she had to move. The wolf was probably running behind her, its gaping mouth, sharp teeth, and all. Ibiswing unfroze her feet and darted to the middle of the Thunderpath, a monster almost clipping her tail as it screamed by. She heard a faint yell from its belly, and the monster swerved away from her. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Monsters roared around her, the air they carried rushing past her and hitting her face, hot and smelly. There were no gaps ahead of her. Everything was a blur. She couldn't stay here much longer.

So she ran. She could hear the droning of the great creatures coming closer, and her head ached from the smell and noise. She couldn't die this way. Her feet moved numbly, and she stumbled forward until her feet hit grass.

She had crossed. She was safe. One of the monsters zoomed by, right where she had been a heartbeat before.

[Willowbreeze]

It started at that moment. Cats were lined up, Moonfeather's spirit stood in center. Willowbreeze decided she would try to win if she could rather than just face her death. Glancing around, she surveyed the other tributes. IceClan's were two toms, two she-cats from TreeClan, and two more she-cats from RockClan. Also Crystalclaw from her own clan. It might be hard to make allies with these cats.

As a wolf came into the scene, her blood ran cold and her heart nearly stopped. Willowbreeze tried to hide the fear in her eyes as she saw just how big it was. Tall, black, and with the power to shred her in a second. She wouldn't go out like this, no. There were many ways to die in this competition, but being eaten by a giant black wolf was not what she had planned on.

Suddenly, the wolf was running toward them. Panic and adrenaline running through her veins, the lithe silver tabby bolted for the thunderpath with the other tributes. With her FireClan blood, hopefully she could outrun most of the other cats. Actually, she only needed to outrun one of the other tributes.

As she finally skidded to a halt at the path, she saw other tributes crossing and realized she would have to do so as well. Her pads stung from stepping on the occasional bramble and her eyes were wild with fear, and it didn't help when she pelted across the path and just barely slipped her tail off the warm black surface as a monster zoomed by. The rancid smell of tar and smoke was strong, and Willowbreeze could only hope the wolf wouldn't cross it as well. CloudClan, how could you do this?

[Cloudbreeze]

Cloudbreeze had been crouched down in the shadows, looking back at the rocks. She missed her home already.

Why did CLoudCLan have these stupid Hunger Games anyway? I don't want to die. Not yet ...

She gave a small huff, smelling the other cats around her. But, all of the peace was cut off when the smell of wolf hit her. She arched her back, lashing her tail before taking off.


I need to get to the thunderpath .. quickly. CloudClan, why am I so short?

Cloudbreeze reached the thunderpath, panting. She just then noticed the other tributes. She spotted Ibiswing nearby. Puffing, she dashed over to her clanmate, lashing her tail.

"That was close. Are you nervous at all? I am terrified."

Everything she spoke was a low whisper, her fur still bristling with a wild look in her eyes.

[Cherryleaf]

"Tuftfeather!" Cherryleaf screeched. She flicked an ear, then made her way down the tree, heading for the other TreeClanner. "Tuftfeather, everyone's going to the thunderpath! Let's go!" Cherryleaf hissed as she dashed for the thunderpath. It didn't seem like a good idea, but in this case, the apprentice-aged warrior was going to follow the crowd, even if the crowd scared her.

Cherryleaf halted when she reached the path, her pelt fluffing up. She looked behind her, then lunged forward, running across and skidding to a stop. "I don't want to fight," Cherryleaf growled, crouching and looking warily at the other cats.

[Tuftfeather]

Tuftfeather finally reached the thunderpath, then blinked as Cherryleaf passed her. "Cherryleaf!" she exclaimed, running after the brown cat. "Cherry--"

there was a bright light toward the side of the she-cat that dazed her. Then a short, loud noise....

The wheel of the truck passed over the back half of the she-cat. She yowled in agony as she laid in the middle of the road. It wasn't a busy street, and the road was clear of everything except for the quickly fading she-cat. She coughed once, bringing a splash of blood up through her mouth. Her eyes displayed complete pain, shock, and fear. She laid her head down on the pavement and struggled to breathe, sputtering loudly. "Cherryleaf..." she murmured again, calling to the cat.

Her life hung by a fragile string.

[Falconwing]

A voice sounded a few feet in front of him. Crimsonsky? Well, Falconwing thought that the tom would actually try and face the wolf, knowing how crazy that he actually was. He held his breathe, and was surprised that the crimson fellow tried to help him, but stayed a few feet away. He quickly nodded, following the tom at a quick pace.

"Uh, thanks for not leaving me back there," the gracious thank you came out in pants as he finally arrived at a large stretch of darkness. It stunk, the acidic smell burned his sensitive nostrils. Falconwing had never seen anything like this. With a small step forward, the tom bounded across the path, but was nearly stunned as something whizzed by behind him. He hissed, and began to leap like a rabbit across the path, nearly letting one of the nasty smelling creatures get him. He sighed in pure relief as he made it across, his legs buckling from exhaustion. He stared around, waiting for Crimsonsky to cross. With a quick glance around, the tom's hair shot up as he saw the other cats. They were slightly grouped together. Falconwing furrowed his eyebrows. Weren't they supposed to be killing each other? A small voice spoke up, one known as Cherrypaw. She confessed that she didn't want to fight. Maybe a small peace treaty could be formed until the wolf was gone. Falconwing turned his head back around, watching for Crimsonsky as the strange monsters sped past him.