Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Karma · Loner

RE: The Hunger Games! (20 spots avaliable! i don't think i can fill em tho...)

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Jay rolled his eyes as one of the makeup ladies pulled him in the direction of his makeup room. It had his name, as well as his district number on it. The women in there did little with makeup, instead spending the most time on the outfit he would wear in the games. It had to be practical, able to hide weapons, and be right for the terrain they would be on, as well as stylish. He would be on national television, of course he had to look good. The instructions that the makeup ladies were given before every game involved them knowing the game terrain, and they had to choose the right clothes without actually giving away what terrain they would be on. Any extra things that would have given away a terrain, like a thick winter jacket, or a head turban, would be provided once at the game area.

Karma · Loner

Lisettes eyes closed as they prepared her hair and make up. listening as they told her that this year as to give NOTHING away, and to make their outfits just that more spectacular, they would dress them in whatever they pleased, she would most likely be in a shining dress, and she would be presented her outfit right before they let her in the arena. She heard that the boys would have this as an option, the outfit they were put in could be the one they wore in the arena. Or they could choose to have a better outfit. Girls didnt have the choice. She opened her eyes and saw her gorgeous face enhanced in the mirror. Smiling she watched as they pulled out her shining dress. It was made of ice that would stay frozen, but wouldnt chill her to her bones. She slipped on her white full body suit that was followed by her most creative ice dress, while her hair was decorated with diamonds

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

They put Jay in a combat-like suit, as he asked. He hated tuxedos and suits, and he told the ladies so as they began to look through all their tuxedos. "I'd prefer something more comfortable." He said quietly, not even turning around to look at them. He heard one of the ladies gasp and spin around to a different rack of clothes, leaving the tuxedos behind. "Excuse me Sir, how is this?" She asked, holding up a pair of camo pants, baggy enough to hide any concealed weapons, a tightly fitting shirt that bragged of muscles hiding underneath, and tall-ish boots that would be perfect for any outdoor territory, promising of safety even on the sheerest cliffs. He smiled politely, the smile not reaching his eyes, and nodded. When he turned away, he heard the lady breathe a sigh of relief as she handed him the clothes and ushered the other girls outside for a minute so he could change. When they came back in, he was sitting at the chair again, only this time in the outfit they had given him.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Resta twitched irritatedly as the people puleld at her and tugged her in one direction to the next. "Okay, okay!" she growled, laughing good-heartedly. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, and then followed the people that were going to make her look, "As best as you can, though not as best as the others above you." "No, no. Don't bother. I'm fine the way I am," she argued, perfectly sane, comfortable and calm the way she currently was. "This is a death battle, not some primped up party," she muttered, standing and stretching her tired arms. Resta's gray eyes narrowed as she thought of who would try to kill her first. "District One," she immediately blurted out, the name seeming to be cursed by her. "Of course, them," she added quickly, people trying to get her to change.
"Fine, fine. Black, if you'd please," she hissed. "And pants, please oh please, pants. I can absolutely not stand skirts." Resta added a tense, but calm laugh to end the topic. She knew they probably wouldn't have put her in anything special, anyways. "Shirt, no stupid tunic," she said bluntly as a woman came up to her. She was trying to be as polite as possible, but this whole slightly pampered thing was beginning to wear her thin. She sat wearily on the ground and gave a stout laugh as people stared at her. So judgemental, she thought, giggling. They'll have to learn, I'm not your average well-behaved child. I can be, but of course, I have other sides.
As a woman handed her a loose black shirt and snug-fitting pants, Resta couldn't help but smile. "Perfect," she whispered, smiling at it. "Just absolutely perfect. Thank you," she added quickly, nodding to the people who brought her the clothes. She kept her shoes on, and quickly changed as the people who had watched her went outside, leaving her a moment of peace. "Are you done yet, miss?" came a slightly irritated voice of a woman. "Not yet," Resta said, taking her time to analyze and rearrange her thoughts, so she'd be a little calmer when she had to leave the tent. "Now?" asked a different voice. "Yes, yes. Fine," she managed to say, irritated. She was sitting on the floor again, smirking as the other people wearily stared at her. One began to say something, but just stopped, knowing that Resta probably wouldn't listen.

-- Edited by Florestadream at 19:46, 2009-02-09

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"I guess that's it then." He said, standing up and stretching his legs. "Would you please hand me one of those packs over there?" He pointed at one and one of the girls hurriedly brought it to him. He opened it and pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves. "Thank you." He said, putting them on, and he walked out. He looked around to see if any of the other contestants had exited their makeup rooms and smirked as he thought of how he had a better chance at winning than any of the others, except maybe the girl from District One. At least she would provide him a challenge. But first, they had to ally together against all the lower districts who would doubtless team up against him and her, temporarily teamed to get rid of the higher ups. He snorted. It wouldn't happen that easily.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Jumping up, Resta poked her head out of her room, and then caught sight of a boy who looked very primped. She stuck her tongue out at him like a chield, lucky he wasn't facing her, and then stepped out herself, pulling her hair into a pony-tail. She yawned absent-mindedly. She hadn't paid much attention to what anyone had said, so she just stood there for a few moments, deciding what to do. Then she sent a nasty glare at the rick-looking boy. "They disgust me," she hissed under her breath. "So much, I'm glad most of them win. Because now, I'll be able to kill him off and the other girl, and show that District One and Two aren't the best in this little battle." Then she stared at the ceiling with a tired gaze.

-- Edited by Florestadream at 01:48, 2009-02-10

-- Edited by Florestadream at 21:42, 2009-02-12

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC: I dont think i will be able to keep up with this one so go ahead and kick me out =D

Karma · Loner

OOC: Aw! Ok eboners I'll take u off!

Lisette admired her figure in the mirror. She was gorgeous all her flawless features made even more flawless by the wonderful makeup from the Capitol. She loved the dress they had created for her and couldnt wait to be adored by all of the Capitol. her icy dress fit in perfectly with her districts 'theme' . she wondered what her fellow district one member was dressed in. probably army clothes knowing he was a guy. But none the less, as soon as she saw him she would propose an alligance

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Resta stood straight as she watched the boy leave. "All hail the high and mighty boy from the highest district," she spat impatiently, eyes narrowed. "Never," she replied to her own statement as she turned her back to him, and looked at the ceiling again; that was a habit of hers, though her eyes usually followed the clouds, and not the confining ceiling of a place. Cracking her knuckles (she didn't think it was a bad habit, though her brother contradicted what she saidz), she stretched her arms and yawned, leaving the sickening building. "May the spirits that die in this battle, that showed compassion and grief for the death of others, rest in peace after this horrid battle is over," she said loudly, making sure everyone could hear. Then Resta left the building and stared at the sky. "A new time awaits me," she breathed, sighing.