Trials of the Hunted

Prologue
Snowstar paced his den. The twelve Clans were planning another uprising - he could feel it. Oh, he had known it was coming for a while. What he didn't know, however, was how to stop it. Fortunately, he thought, ''It is nearly time for The Hunted Trials again. This will show them who is boss.'' He knew exactly what the arena would look like, the image was forming in his head.

Perfect.

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Mockingpaw leaped over the boundary stream. She had been an apprentice for a while, and her best friend, Breezepaw was nearly warrior. They had been hunting in the woods, the place where no cat was supposed to go. The streams were supposed to be guarded by CapitalClan's genetically engineered guards who were stronger and faster than normal cats. But TwelfthClan was often overlooked, meaning that the guards often were not there.

Breezepaw leaped over the thinnest, shallowest part of the stream after Mockingpaw. "Mockingpaw?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"What? What's wrong?"

"The Hunted trials are nearly here again"