Nightfall - A Warrior Cat Hunger Games Book (Applyfic)

Nightfall - A Warrior Cat Hunger Games Book (Applyfic)

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Twenty-four cats head into the arena on that stormy leaf-fall morning. Only one will come out alive. The reaping has finally arrived. Two cats - one she-cat and one tom from each district, are sent away, to fight to the death. Apart from LeopardClan, the biggest and most powerful clan of them all. They have the pleasure of hosting the games themselves, broadcasting it live to every cat in every district. The crowd seek pleasure from watching cats die for no reason other than because LeopardClan wants to show their dominance. Every cat has a chance at survival. Some have no experience in survival whatsoever, whilst others from richer districts have been training for the very moment their name is called out to be part of the games. So, may the odds ever be in your favour...
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A sickness - like a mere case of the chills or a minor whitecough in a patient - is often something a medicine cat can easily fix, with some leafy catmint or perhaps a pawful of feverfew. It is vanquished effortlessly, and the illness is gone. It does not come back unless someone receives it again. But when the Clans have contracted a terrible sickness, StarClan has not answered for moons, and they are losing numbers quickly, nobody knows what to do. The medicine cats have done all they can for their Clanmates, however, nothing has worked. No longer outside the elder's den lay a lazy, gray-muzzled cat. The nursery, ever so faintly smelling of milk, only contains memories of what used to happen in the usually cheery den. The warrior's den only have three or four inhabitants, each of which thinks grimly of the day that the sickness could come upon them. The apprentice's den, in some Clans, has one cat who comes to sleep in it each night, cold and alone. Others are empty, filled with grief for lost futures. Leaf-fall has tumbled upon the Clans. Leaf-bare approaches, peeking over the treetops some mornings. This awful illness has lasted since Green-leaf and, still, with the medicine cats searching every day and the warrior's eyes peeled for it, a cure has not been found. However, each Clan has a reason for StarClan not answering them, and they mostly stick to it. Withering herbs, Clanmates, may wilt until they are nothing but a pile of dust, blown away by wind. { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED. } { The cover is made by the lovely @Talfli - go give her a follow & some votes. } { highest ranking: 40 in warriorcats | 1 in warriorcatsfanfiction }

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