This is in Heathertail's POV.
Chapter 2
Tigerstar led us to a faraway place, a grassy clearing. I've never seen it before. Probably the arena, I thought.
"You will have mentors to teach you what skills you need, tips, et cetera. They will be Dark Forest cats," Tigerstar instructed.
Breezepelt and Antpelt came towards us, the six tributes of WindClan. Breezepelt stopped to quickly lick my ear and then he stalked back to Antpelt.
"When you get into the arena, try to find at least one item," Antpelt advised. "It may be your best shot at life."
"But after you get your item, get the hell out of the bloodbath. Don't try to fight other cats, you'll only get killed," Breezepelt added. "And you don't want to get killed."
"We're going to have a training session. Onestar, Sedgewhisker, and Nightcloud, please follow me," Antpelt said. "The rest of you, follow Breezepelt."
Breezepelt led us to an open clearing. He showed us some deadly battle tactics, like creeping up on a cat and breaking its neck before it knew what happened, and some sly moves, like tricking one cat to think that you were too weak. While Crowfeather and Gorsetail practiced, Breezepelt motioned for me to follow him.
He led me into a thick bush, a bush that no sounds could penetrate through. "Heathertail… I'm so sorry," he whispered.
Anger fueled up in me. He was part of the Dark Forest. And the Dark Forest chose to have an annual Death Game, right? "It's the Dark Forest's fault! We now have an annual Death Game, just for your entertainment! So now do you think that I'm going to forgive you that easily?" I spat.
Breezepelt seemed taken aback. "It wasn't my fault! Tigerstar…he wanted every cat to suffer because no cat tried to help him when Scourge killed him!" he meowed. "Heathertail…please, forgive me," he added gently.
I wasn't going to forgive that easily. "Why?" I sniffed. "Why should I forgive you?"
Breezepelt leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Because…because I love you, Heathertail," his voice cracking.
"I feel the same way too, Breezepelt," I replied. "But to be part of this…Death Game…" my voice faltered.
"I know," he meowed. "I've realized my mistake. I want to go to StarClan, really, but I'm not sure they would let me." Breezepelt sat down with a flop.
My stomach was churning. I loved Breezepelt, and I also want him to go to StarClan, but who knows? He could be lying about that. Maybe he still has that murderous rage in his heart, I'll never know.
"Are you sure?" I asked him warily.
"Yes! I don't like the Dark Forest, but they sent me there because of…of the incidents I've had with Crowfeather," he answered.
I still wasn't sure. But I said, "We need to get back." Breezepelt again gestured me to follow him. Thoughts swarmed my head. Does he really want to go to StarClan? Even if he did, there would probably be no way for him to cross the StarClan boundaries. We'll see soon if he really does want to go.