Skypaw padded close to her mentor, Jayfeather, her breaths coming in quick, shallow breaths.

"Nervous?" Jayfeather asked.

Too anxious to speak, Skypaw let the silence give her answer.

"Skypaw, they're not going to pick you. Your name is only in the pile once," Jayfeather said.

"I know, but that doesn't keep me from worrying about it," Skypaw replied.

"You'll be fine."

As they walked over the treebridge, Jayfeather wondered which of his Clanmates he would never see or talk to again. At least one had to die. There could only be one victor.

"Jayfeather! What is that!?" Jayfeather heard Skypaw from ahead of him.

"It's probably just the viewing rock, Skypaw. You're fine," he answered her.

"Okay." Skypaw's voice was shaking. Jayfeather knew she was scared, like all of the apprentices. As he took Skypaw over to the medicine cat apprentice section, he could hear her breaths getting even quicker and more shallow. Dangerously shallow.

"Skypaw, listen to me. I have to leave you here, okay? I need to go with the other medicine cats."

"No!" Skypaw meowed. Jayfeather could sense her fear spiking.

"Breathe, Skypaw. Listen, I'll come find you after, okay? I have to go, it's about to start."

"No."

"The first reaping is always scary, Skypaw, but they won't pick you."

"But what if they do?"

"That's highly unlikely."

"Why do you have to go?"

"They keep cats of different ranks seperated, just stay here, okay?"

"But-"

"Skypaw, I'll come get you after. I promise. I need to go with the others."

"Okay."

Perspective change

Skypaw watched Jayfeather leave. She couldn't believe she had to stay seperated from cats a different rank from her. Her mentor was the closest thing she had to family. But she knew Jayfeather wouldn't be so kind to her if she weren't a medicine cat and had the same personality as him. She remembered when ThunderClan had taken her in when her parents were killed. Her mother had died by snakebite, her father in a fight with some powerful rouges. She had run away from her home at three moons after a rage had took hold of her. Determined to make it to district five, she reached ThunderClan first. They had taken her in, and Jayfeather became almost like an older brother to her. Many cats told her they even looked related. Skypaw was a light gray tabby with emerald eyes. Jayfeather was the only one who knew these things about her. Skypaw's thoughts were interrupted by Tigerstar.

"Is everyone here and where they're supposed to be? Good, now, as normal, we'll begin with RiverClan." Hawkfrost stepped toward the leaf piles. He must be the RiverClan escort. I feel bad for RiverClan, Skypaw thought.

"Our tom from RiverClan will be," Hawkfrost said, snagging a leaf from the pile, "Robinwing." The cats in the RiverClan warriors section stood aside as a tortoiseshell and white tom made his way to the front of the clearing. He looks confident. Skypaw watched as Robinwing took his place in the RiverClan tribute section. "And our she-cat is... Minnowtail." The dark gray she-cat walked quickly up to Hawkfrost, then to the RiverClan section. She looked excited. Isn't RiverClan the Clan with the most winners? It's the seventh games, and they've already won twice. No wonder they look so proud. Skypaw thought. She saw Redwillow approach the leaves. ShadowClan, maybe?

"From ShadowClan, we have Dawnpelt and Dewpaw," Redwillow announced. Skypaw saw that Dawnpelt looked unsure, while Dewpaw looked plain terrified. They took their places in the ShadowClan tribute section, soon joined by Redwillow.

"Now we have WindClan," a voice said. Skypaw turned her head. Breezepelt was walking toward the leaves. "Our WindClan she-cat is... Heathertail." Skypaw turned her head toward the WindClan warriors section. Heathertail's eyes were lighting up with anger and hatred. I guess she and Breezepelt were lovers, once. She must not be too happy that it was him who called her name. Heathertail slowly walked up to the WindClan tributes section, snarling at Breezepelt when she passed him. "And our tom is... Nightpaw." A scared looking black tom stood blank with shock as the crowd parted around him. He quietly stepped over to his spot. "That concludes WindClan," Breezepelt finished.

"Now, for ThunderClan," a she-cat's voice sounded. Skypaw recognized her as Mapleshade, a vicious former ThunderClan cat. "Let's see... For the toms we have," Mapleshade trailed off, her paw hovering over the pile. "Firespirit! Come on up!" Skypaw narrowed her eyes. Firespirit? Hmm... she thought. Firespirit walked up, his eyes showing fear above all else. "Good! Now, for the she-cats! Who do we have here?" Mapleshade pulled out a leaf and unfolded it slowly. Or maybe it just seemed slow to Skypaw. You won't be picked, you won't be picked. Your name's only in once, they're not going to pick you. Skypaw repeated her mentor's words in her head. Jayfeather will come and get me after, like he said. It will be someone else. "And lastly, the ThunderClan she-cat will be...

"Skypaw!"

Okay, yeah, not a cliffhanger. All of you knew Skypaw would get chosen from the very beginning. This story follows the same basic plot as the Hunger Games, and I am not above reusing their jokes. In fact, the entire story will be a lot like the movie. The only thing I need to warn you about is the technology. Yes, viewing rocks exist. As do knives and pawslings (A slingshot-like weapon).

This story was actually rescued from the dead. It was my first fanfiction, and I wrote this two years ago. I am both impressed and disgusted by my writing when I was younger. So, after a ton of editing and revising by present me, the story is back up.