User blog:Tanglefrost/SURVIVOR NIGHTCLAN: Episode One

Excuse the crappy font, I'm doing this on the computer rather than wiki in case I accidentally don't save it.

Note: Whenever you see this:

CAT NAME   TRIBE NAME

it's their confessional, which is like a secret video diary in which they say their thoughts and stuff.

Each episode will be divided into sections: Reward Challenge, Camp Life, Immunity Challenge, Pre-Tribal and Tribal Council.

NO COMPLAINING IF YOUR CAT IS VOTED OUT.

There will be hidden immunity idols, but there won't be Redemption Island, because that sucks.

This will be written in narrative form. Also, if I haven't included your cat yet, let me know. With 20, it's difficult to keep track of them all.

Introduction
All 20 cats flattened their ears as the sky monster approached. They had just been transported, in these horrible cages, to a deserted place with no grass, just weird white stuff under their paws. No cat thought there was any prey nearby.

Now, this random sky monster, with its deafening roar, approached them. They had just signed on for this game called “Survivor”, and they guessed this was a part of it.

“So, we're just dumped in the middle of nowhere and now they're trying to deafen us!?” Coldflower snarled, flattening her ears.

“Calm down, Coldflower,” Stormstar replied, grooming her fur. “It's not that bad.”

“Not that bad!? ” Coldflower shrieked. “They should have at least left some moss here so I could cover my ears!” “What!?” Rin shrieked, raising his voice above the noise. Being a kittypet, he was not used to loud noises, and this was frightening the absolute daylights out of him.

Len put his tail on his friend's shoulder in an effort to calm him. “Relax. It'll stop soon.” “Who are these kittypets?” Thorncloud growled. “They're not part of NightClan.”

Yes they are.” Breezes shot him a warning glare. “They're on the territory, so they're eligible to compete. Didn't you read the contract?”

“ It was in twoleg ,” Thorncloud hissed. “How was I supposed to read it?”

Breezes was about to reply, when the sky monster came to a stop and rested on the sand, right in front of Seapaw. The apprentice widened his eyes. “Eeeeeh?” He cried. “Why is it stoppin' in front of me?” He bolted backwards, well out of range of the sky monster.

Llamapaw purred with amusement. “It won't hurt you.”

“Don't be foolish,” Mossear hissed. “It's probably coming to kill us all. I bet there's, like, heaps of twolegs in there.”

“ Well, if there are twolegs in there, they'd better not ruin my pelt!” Kitkat exclaimed, giving it a groom.

“ They're not going to kill you,” Amber Sky growled. “Twolegs don't kill cats. And what is it with you and your stupid pelt?”

“ My   pelt is not stupid!” Kitkat cried, her fur bristling.

“How about I put some scratches in there for you?” Amber growled.

“Oh, boy,” Vokki sighed, shaking her head. “We haven't even been here and sunrise and we're already fighting.”

Just as Amber was about to leap on to KitKat, a cat leaped out of the Sky Monster. “That's enough,” the cat warned. “We're not fighting here.”

Every cat gasped in amazement. The cat who had just stepped out of the Sky Monster was Hazelclaw, the Clan deputty.

“Hazelclaw!” Moosepaw meowed, shouldering her way to the front and touching noses.

“Hello, Moosepaw,” Hazelclaw replied.

“Cool!” Zebedee exclaimed. “The Clan deputy!”

“Hazelclaw.” Stormstar dipped her head in greeting.

“What are you doing here?” Birchpelt meowed. “There's already 20 of us.”

Mistybird swatted him over the head. “Don't speak to the deputy like that!”

“I'm the host of this show,” Hazelclaw meowed, turning so she could make eye contact with Birchpelt.

Stormstar purred. “Looks like I'm taking orders from you for a change.”

“Looks like you will,” Hazelclaw laughed, before turning her gaze to the other cats. “All of you, come over here. We have to sort you into tribes.”

Franziska had fallen asleep on the beach, and jerked her head up. “Why can't I sleep?” She growled. “That ride here took ages and I'm tired.”

“You can sleep after we divide the cats,” Hazelclaw meowed.

Franziska twitched her tailtip in frustration.

“D-divide the cats?” Seapaw stammered. “I don't wanna be cut in half!”

Llamapaw purred. “No, she means we're splitting into two teams.” Then, her eyes flashed worriedly. “At least I hope that what she means.”