"Brookwater!"
Ivypool turned, hearing the yowl. "Brookwater?"
Suddenly, a cat burst out of the bushes and landed on Ivypool.
"Hey!" protested Ivypool.
"S-sorry!" yelped the cat.
"Brookwater? What are you doing here?"
"I-I'm..I'm escaping! I can't take it anymore! I must go back to the Tribe! Everything was so simple there! I love Stormfur so much, but I can't bear this feeling of being trapped!"
"Wow, slow down."
"Slow down?! No way! I'm going back to the Tribe quick as I can before SkyClan find me and it's too late!"
"Wait, Brook."
"Out of my way!" Brookwater slashed at Ivypool's face and fled.
"Brookwater! Don't leave me!" said a voice.
"Stormfur...she's going...back to the Tribe!"
"The Tribe? Why?" Stormfur gasped.
"The Reaping! She's afraid of being chosen!"
"B-Brook..." he cried.
"What's going on?" panted Hawkfrost as he came closer. "Ivypool? Did you see his mate?"
"She's gone back to the Tribe..."
"No!"
"Yes..."
Stormfur huddled up on ThunderClan's territory crying.
"I'll fetch her back. Get back on RiverClan territory." Ivypool nudged Stormfur on his paws and Hawkfrost brought him back on their side of the border.
Ivypool nodded a farewell to both of them and ran after Brookwater. "Brook! Brookwater! Wait for me!"
"No! Don't make me stay!" she hissed.
"Stormfur needs you. Come home."
Brookwater hesitated.
"Please."
Again, she hesitated. "Will I be chosen?"
"Most likely, no. Your name is only in there once."
"Okay...I-I'll come home."
"Stormfur will be happy to see you."
Brookwater seemed to be at peace, but with the coming Reaping, Ivypool wasn't sure how long that would last.
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The Warrior Games
ФанфикIt'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.
