Wofclan V1 The Hunger Games

Chapter One

~~Charcoal

He wasn't Expecting his very first Reaping to be the one that kills him. He really did not expect it at all. So when the slimy green Seawing, in his slimy voice called out the Name Charcoal, He panicked.

"Hello? I said The name Charcoal. is Charcoal Here?" The announcer called.

This is the last time i will ever be home again. Charcoal stood up straight, and marched toward The platform he would be sent off to be slaughtered.

The crowd made a path for him, avoiding eye contact or touching him accidently. It was as if they touched him they would get chosen a well. dragons typically did avoid eye contact, due to his left side of his face that was torn to shreds. He had been in possibility when the dragonflame cactus bomb went off. All he remembered was blinding light, heat and Pain. so much pain. When he had woken up a day later, he vomited at the sight of his face.

He stepped up the small stairs and onto the platform with the Seawing. Everyone was staring now.

"Thank you, Charcoal. Did someone throw a charcoal at your face? it looks like-" The seawing stuttered before Charcoal roared out.

"FELLOW SKYWINGS! Do you SEE the injustice being PERFORMED HERE? I SEE NO POINT IN GOING TO THESE- THESE, GAMES! What kind of sick being enjoys watching dragons suffer?" He screamed, distraught at the crowd. He felt sick when a few started whispering and nobody returned his cry.

"FINE! Ill go on to die just so a few IDIOTS can enjoy watching." Charcoal roared. The green dragon had an expression that looked like he wanted to argue- but didn't. He did a little curt nod of his head. Then started to announce the next tribute.

I wonder what district I'll be placed in. I hope it's a good one, like 1 or 2.

When chosen for the Hunger Games, the tributes are distributed into districts- to make it easier to remember. Charcoal hoped he would be remembered- for his own sake.

~~AmberHeart

She knew the reaping was today- she knew she had a chance that she was going to die. She didn't want to admit it. Windclan was her home, she didn't want to go die in a random place that the Capitol wanted her to.

Windclan handled the reaping differently- they let the announcer what's his name? Owlfeather? Meet with the tribute in secret. she would then tell the leader before she left with the tribute.

So, when the cat came stalking up towards her, she nearly yowled out to Starclan in horror.

But the cat had no intentions of going up to her. They padded behind her, to Rabbitspring. The fear on his face was horrible- then it turned to shock. He vigorously shook his head, and then raised his paw to point at AmberHeart. Owlfeather glanced over. She made a "Ah." Sound and stepped over to her.

"Hello AmberHeart. I made a little mistake there! Anyways- You have been chosen to go to the Hunger Games."

AmberHeart Shuddered. This is what she had feared for all her moons here at Windclan. But now they were real. VERY real.

~~Chalcedony

It was a waste of time, her friends said. To her, Art was everything. She never had enjoyed fighting- never saw the point of the upcoming Hunger games- she would rather draw instead. She was exceptionally smart- Queen Reefback of the seawings had declared so herself. So instead of worring about the reaping, she merely thought about the odds of herself getting chosen- very low. She thought such a kind sweet dragons such as herself could not get chosen.

The Reaping began at dawn- Everyone knew that. Chalcedony forgot that, untill Ray reminded her.

"CHALCEDONY. THE REAPINGS BEGUN!" Ray peeked her snout into Chalcedony's room, yelling at her.