Name: Nightpool

Location: Island, England

Nightpool watched the WindClan cat, her eyes full of suspicion. He was strange, that was for sure. And she wasn't the only one who thought so.

All of the medicine cats were staring, or glaring at him. He had power. That much she could tell.

Bramblestar, Onestar, Mistystar, and Rowanstar all sat on a branch of the oak. Bramblestar cleared his throat, and an almost suffocating silence fell over the clans.

"Starclan has been kind to us this leaf-bare," he mewed. "We have had good hunting, and are fareing well." Nightpool eyed him carefully. Translation: We're as weak as the rest of you, but are trying to present a show of arms so you won't attack us, she thought.

Many of the Thunderclan warriors looked a mite scrawny, but Bramblestar had clearly brought his toughest warriors with him.

Mistystar nodded gratefully. "Riverclan is doing well, but we have found crow-food over by the Shadowclan border. And not just any food, but fish."

Rowanstar growled angrily. "How dare you insult us?!" he demanded. "And that is all," Mistystar said, silencing him with a look.

Onestar began, but was cut off by Rowanstar. "We have not touched any of your filthy crow-food!"

Onestar snorted, and began again. "Starclan has blessed Windclan and sent us a new apprentice admist the shortage of them. He is a brave rouge, who has heard of us and thought it would be better than the life he had."

The Windclan cats began chanting, "Blackpaw! Blackpaw! Blackpaw!" The rest of the clans joined in the chant. That is, all except for the medicine cats. 

Their eyes glittered with mistrust, as the clans shouted their approval. When the cheers died down, Rowanstar spoke up. "Shadowclan is faring well, despite all the mistrust going about," he said, giving Mistystar a pointed look.

"Dawnpelt is expecting kits, much to the clan's joy." Nightpelt sat up straight, startled. Dawnpelt is expecting?! Why didn't she tell me? Who's her mate? Why isn't she staying back at camp?

Name: Brookeria

Location: New Avengers Facility, Upstate New York

Brookeria let out a shriek as the screen lit up, and zoomed into the Pacific. Steve Rodgers whipped around. "What's wrong?" he demanded.

"Something's wrong with these dimensions. The one over by, or on the Pacific Ocean just flared up. Oh, now it's dying away ..."

The computer zoomed in on Japan, which had now falred up, making Brookeria scream again. "WHAT IS GOING ON?! THERE IS NOW AN ANOMALY IN THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF JAPAN WHICH COULD DESTROY JAPAN IF NOT REMOVED!!!!"

Cap looked at her for a moment, confused. "What's an anomaly?" Brookerolled her eyes. "A disturbance in a dimension. Now, I need to get over to Japan, now. Oh, but by the time I get there, Japan will be blown off of the face of the earth. Whoopee!"

"Wait ... if I can figure out how to jump through dimensions ... Japan has a full 24 hours ... I'll need five hours max to search Japan, as I can narrow down where the anomaly is located, five hours to drive from here to Long Island ... I have 14 hours max to figure out how to jump through dimensions."

When Brooke saw Steve still standing there, she threw her hands up into the air and yelled, "I need Bruce! NOW!" 

Ta daaaa!! Here I am! Whew. I haven't found much time lately for long posts, so if you'll excuse my tardiness, let's continue the story ...

Name: Leafpool

Location: District 12, North America

The man unsettled Leafpool. He was just plain ... disturbing. A strong, stocky boy stepped up beside Leafpool. He had dark hair and eyes, but pale skin. And since Leafpool didn't recognize him, he probably wasn't from the Seam.

The boy eyed Leafpool suspiciously, like he thought Leafpool would tackle him and take him out before the Games even began. Leafpool smirked at this thought, it was simply just too amusing. The boy's face turned even paler at the sight of her smirk, so Leafpool tried to stop.

The next few hours seemed nonexistent in Leafpool's world, only allowing her to remember reciving her token, (a small wire bracelet) and getting onto the train. When her brain finally awoke, she was sitting up in a bed, a nice dress on.

Dinner, a voice inside her comanded. Dinner. Where was dinner to be held? She decided to just wander around on the train until she found the dining cabin that someone mentioned.

She exited her cabin, turning left and went straight down. Moments later, a pretty girl with long golden hair came out of a room, appearing to freeze in fear when she saw Leafpool. "Don't be afraid," Leafpool told her. "All I'd like to know is where the dining cabin would be."

The girl jabbed a finger down where Leafpool had come from, then bent it to the right. Leafpool raised an eyebrow at her strange actions, quickly coming to the conclusion that the girl was too afraid to speak to her. So Leafpool murmured, "Thank you," and strode down the way the girl had pointed her.

In the dining cabin, four people sat at the table, with one empty seat for Leafpool herself. "Sorry I'm late," she said, moving to her spot. One of the women smiled wryly at her saying, "Not a problem. I didn't listen when I was a tribute either, and ended up going into the Avoxes' quarters."

"Avoxes?" Leafpool repeated blankly. The woman nodded, and said, "The mute servants." the woman who had drawn out Leafpool and the boy's name gasped and said, "Really, Sabrina! She would know this already! Shouldn't be mentioning such things anyways." she said with an impatient tsk, tsk.

Sabrina smiled ruefully again. "Actually, Emerelda, I didn't know the Avoxes couldn't speak for the longest time."

"Why can't they?" Leafpool asked, aghast. "Well ... they did something they shouldn't have done, and the Capitol punished them for it by cutting out their tounges and sentancing them to ... well ... servanthood." Sabrina said, although it was plain she would have rather used another word.

Emerelda pursed her lips together and said, "Well, don't speak to them unless it is to give them a command, alright, Leafpool?" Leafpool nodded, sitting down. She frowned at her empty plate, comparing it to the others' plates oin front of her.

Emerelda rang a little bell. A sturdy looking man stepped forward out of a door at one end of the room. "Fetch the girl the first few courses, would you?" But her tone made it clear it was a command, not a question.

Sabrina cleared her throat. "I'm not sure if you know your other trainer, Leafpool. The previous one died last year, so Brendan is taking over his position."

Leafpool nodded. "I myself will be training you the majority of the time. However, Brendan will teach a few things here and there. One of you two will be a victor this year, understand?" 

Thanks, Cho, I love it! I'm glad you didn't forget about this.