Note: I do realize that Shrewtooth was a loner first, but I'm pretending he was born a SkyClan cat.
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Shrewtooth glanced around nervously. Why am I part of SkyClan? I want to be a warrior! A true one. Not one of these ragged bunch! I could have been born anywhere else.
"Shrewtooth! You're due for a hunting patrol! Get a move on," growled the Clan's deputy, Sharpclaw.
"Keep your fur on, Sharpclaw! I'm going, I'm going."
"You better make sure your loyalty is to us," he hissed into Shrewtooth's ear.
"What makes you think I'm not?"
"I've seen you, gazing over the border. Don't you even think about leaving SkyClan, do you hear? You're far safer here than in the Clans."
"What makes you say that?"
"We rule over the Clans, mouse-brain! We're stronger than every other Clan combined. The games prove that."
"Those games are killing innocent cats for no reason!"
"Shut up! Do you want to be killed like Rainfur was?"
Shrewtooth didn't answer him.
"I thought not," snorted Sharpclaw. "Hunting patrol. Now!" The deputy turned and raced over to Leafstar.
Shrewtooth took a look around his Clan. I can't take it anymore! He ran off into the forest, across the border, and down to the earth below. I can't let the Clans be destroyed! I just can't!
The black cat raced off towards RiverClan, quick as he could.
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The Warrior Games
FanfictionIt's basically a mashup of Warriors and Hunger Games. Six cats, three she-cats and three toms, are chosen, from the five Clans, to compete in the Warrior Games where they fight to the death until only one remains.
