Hi! I'm back! I decided to go with a first person POV for this chapter; it just came to me naturally. Anyways, let me know if you see any typos or if you have any suggestions! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Warriors or Hunger Games series. All characters belong to Erin Hunter.

Heathertail

They tell us not to leave the facility. I don't care. They tell us that we're all going to die. I don't care. Really. I would've died in a regular battle. Why is this one any different? I just need to see my home again. I sigh happily as cold night air hits me in my face. I glance around, even though I'm sure no one is here, and then sprint. It felt good to have the wind hit my face for about thirty seconds, but then I slam into something hard. Another person, I think. My face spreads into a grin as I realize who it is.

"Dawnpelt? What are you doing out here? You're not supposed to leave facility grounds."

"I could ask you the same thing, Heather." She stood up, brushing herself off. She held out her hand to me, and I took it, allowing her to pull me up.

"Thanks," I said, "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I just wanted to get away from things. I keep thinking I'm going to get swallowed into that mouth of a cave whenever I look at the wall. I didn't realize our symbol could be so frightening," she chuckled.

I laughed in agreement. "Yeah, I think I'm going to get sick from seeing so many swirls."

"So, did you read the booklet they gave you? I heard they say different things in each one. You know, besides explaining the games?"

I shook my head. "No, I actually didn't know. But in the back of mine it had tips for training and stuff."

Dawnpelt nodded. "Mine didn't. It had tips for interviews instead." She glanced at her wrist, probably checking the time. "I also heard that they patrol the grounds every hour. We should probably get out of here.

"Okay, I'll see you later," I said, kind of sad that I had to say goodbye to my friend. As I started to walk away, she called out my name.

"Heather, wait!" She said in a lower voice than before. I turned around and looked at her expectantly.

"Allies?"

My eyes widened for a second. That was forbidden. But then again, so was being out here.

"Yeah, sure," I grinned, "I'll see you around." "Bye," I heard her whisper, and then I dashed off towards the facility, breeze in my face once more.

Breeze… Breezepelt!

He was probably wondering where I was... I started running faster, my heart skipping a beat just at the thought of him. I burst through the double doors of the facility, my footsteps echoing through the empty halls. I didn't care. I loved the fact that WindClan stayed on the first floor. It meant I could get to Breezepelt faster.

I slowed down when I reached a second set of double doors (red, with a black WindClan symbol on them, of course). I passed Whitetail and Harespring's rooms, after that reaching mine. I turned the doorknob slowly, and walked in quietly, just in case he was asleep, but he wasn't. He was sitting on the futon across from my bed, leg shaking, eyes struggling to stay open. At the sound of me walking in he jumped up.

"Heather, where were you? I thought they had taken you away, or something."

"Breezy, I'm fine. I just went for a run."

His eyes widened and then became steely.

"Heather, you know that's not allowed..."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, what's the worst it can do? Give me some fresh air?"

Breezepelt chuckled slightly and shook his head. "I know, but still… I was…worried." His brow furrowed at the word, as if he had never been worried before. Or maybe he just wasn't used to the feeling. Yawning, he rested his chin on my head. "Well, I'm glad you're okay, but I have to go to my own room…"

My heart stopped at the thought of him leaving me. Alone. Especially in this place.

"No! Stay."

He looked down at me. "You okay, Heather?" I shook my head.

"Not if you're not here…" He let go of me and jumped on my bed, patting the spot next to him. "Well then I'll stay." I slipped off my shoes, let my hair loose, and got in bed more gently than he did.

"Good." I whispered.

He kissed my forehead softly and wrapped his arms around me. If the apprentices were here they'd probably be pretending to puke. But I didn't care. Enjoy these moments while you still have them, Heather. I didn't even want to think about what would be happening in a few days.

"Are you okay now, Heathertail?" I nodded, resting my head on his chest. I listened to his heart beat, not too slow, like a RiverClanner's, not too fast, like a ThunderClanner's. The perfect beat. Like a WindClanner's. Like the one that belonged to the one I wanted to win. Like Breezepelt's.

• • •

A blaring alarm sounded in my ears, forcing me to wake up. I tried to get up, but I couldn't, because apparently it didn't wake up Breezepelt.

"Breeze, you big lump, get off of me!" I said, voice muffled.

When that didn't work, I tried pushing him off . But that didn't work either. So I wiggled out from underneath him, slowly and painfully.

"Heather, where're ya going?" He asked, finally waking up.

There were bags under his amber eyes, and they were slightly bloodshot.

"Nowhere. You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"

"No…I couldn't stop thinking, worrying, 'bout the games."

"Well, that's okay right? We all worry about things," I said.

He opened his mouth to protest, but I stopped him. He was slightly frustrated, I could tell. I hated it.

"Why don't you get some more sleep? I'll wake you when I'm done getting ready." He yawned and said that was good, and then went back to sleep. I took a quick shower, and then went to see just exactly how much taste the Dark Forest had in clothes, opening my closet.

I guess it was pretty good, since I put on a pair of black sweatpants with a red tank top and a jacket that stopped halfway to my waist, along with a red headband and black sneakers. I just wish they would give it up with the symbols already.

Not wanting to because he looked so peaceful, I woke Breezepelt up again. He grumbled a bit and then trudged to his own room, leaving me alone.

The regular routine, as I'd read from the booklet, was to head to the training room, which was on the fifth floor, at approximately ten thirty. We would train for six hours, and then wash up. We would head back to the fifth floor, but instead of going to the training room we would eat in another one. There were books and a television in our rooms that we could busy ourselves with before curfew, which was ten thirty PM. Also on the fifth floor was a room with different things that we could use, for our own entertainment. When I read the booklet I was amused. It was like they were fattening up a turkey, just getting ready to slay it.

Instead of going upstairs, I just decided to wait for Breezepelt. When he finally came back, it was nine fifty, so we went up to the training room early.

As I stepped through the (predictable) double doors to the training room, my eyes widened in horror but also fascination. Different types of weapons dotted the walls, from cleavers to Kamas and…throwing knives. I felt a twinge of satisfaction at the sight of my specialty weapon, walking over slowly and reaching out to take one. Breezepelt was right behind me though, and smacked my hand away.

"Look," he whispered, "other tributes are coming in. You don't want them to know that you're good at something, or they'll go after you. Try something that you're not. Good at, I mean. Then they'll think you're…incapable. Weak." Seeing that I was slightly confused, he scratched the back of his neck and gave a nervous smile. "It's, uh, a thing I learned from training with them."

I shrugged and picked up a battle axe instead. It was heavier than what I was expecting it to be, but I got the hang of holding it soon enough.

I walked over to a couple of thin-looking logs, and took a difficult swing at one. It didn't break. I swung at it harder, and it still didn't. I let out a grunt of frustration and swung at it again. It still didn't budge. I threw down the axe-oddly it bounced on the floor-and stomped back over to the weapons wall. I could feel the eyes of other tributes on me as, against Breezepelt's will, as I took a handful of knives.

I whirled around and threw them at each of the four logs, each knife landing in the center. I stepped back, a smug feeling inside of me, only to see that RiverClan brat Minnowtail's eyes narrowed into slits, her mouth twisted into a nasty scowl.

"I can do that too! Watch me! " she yelled, and yanked the knives out of the logs.

On her first attempt, the knife didn't even reach the log, the second barely even touched it. On her third try, the knife whizzed past the log and landed in the head of a target mannequin. Minnowtail really couldn't throw knives.

I held my breath to keep from laughing, but my face must have been really distorted because she noticed and calmly walked over to the weapons wall and grabbed a katana! She must have been really stupid to take that. Didn't she know that she just humiliated herself? She spun the sword in her hand-maybe I stood corrected-and sliced a log completely in half.

Okay, now I stand corrected…

She sauntered over to me-gave me the finger (What did I even do)and placed the katana back on the wall. I rolled my eyes and ignored her, deciding to go check out the survival skills part of the training room.

As I worked on making a fire, I surveyed the other tributes. From ThunderClan there was Dovewing and that boyfriend of hers, Bumblestripe. They would be fairly easy to get rid of. I would feel bad about killing the little apprentices, if I had to, but whatever. The only real challenges would be Mousewhisker and Ivypool.

Mousewhisker might-mind you, only if I have to,-take a little work, but Ivypool was the one to beat. She had trained with Hawkfrost when they were in the place of no stars, Breezepelt had said, and she, I could see right now, was extremely skilled with a mace. A spiked one, not to mention. I shivered(even though I was making a fire) and decided not to think about that.

From ShadowClan was Olivenose (easy), Cloverpaw (oh well), Smokefoot (that might be hard), and Crowfrost with Dawnpelt (my Ally, hopefully Allies). Tigerheart I was hoping would be an ally as well, if not, he would be hard to defeat.

In RiverClan, I was now hoping to kill of Minnowtail, and I guess her two brothers Pebblefoot and Grasspelt wouldn't be a challenge. Rushtail was my friend, hopefully she could be killed by someone else, and I didn't even know about Petalfur. Then there was Hawkfrost…he saw me looking at him and his eyes took on a guarded look. His ice blue orbs sent shudders throughout my body, and I couldn't help but notice him whisper something into Ivypool's ear, still staring at me. Great, he was on her side?

I decided to just observe my Clanmates. Whitetail and Nightcloud were sparring, and Harespring was taking an herbs quiz. Breezy was practicing his skills with bola. I would feel really bad if I had to kill any of them, especially Slightpaw. He was like the little brother I never had. Breezepelt was going to try to let me win, I knew that, but I wasn't going to let him do that.

I was satisfied with my fire, and just for fun I began to weave synthetic flowers together, forming a flower crown. I grinned, put my fire out, and went over to place my creation on Slightpaw's head.

"Hey, Heather, " He said, sharpening one of the Spears from the weapons wall. I fake pouted.

"How'd you know it was me?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"Because you and Breezepelt are the only people here who would actually talk to me, and Breezepelt doesn't give a shit about flower crowns," he shrugged.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess that's true. He won't even look at one, " I said, my mouth spreading into a small smile.

"Are you going to daydream about him again?" Slightpaw said, smirking.

"What? No!"

"Yes you are."

"I am not!"

"You totally are."

"I totally am not."

"Whatever. You know, he came into my room this morning and told me something..."

"What did he tell you?" That must've been what had taken him so long...

"He…he said that he wanted you to win. Needed you to win. That if he won, and you died, there would be nothing for him to come home to. That he didn't deserve it anyways. And… he told me that if I lived long enough, he wanted me to kill him." Slightpaw sighed. "But I can't. I can't kill him, he's like a father to me. How can I kill someone who took better care of me than my real father did?"

I didn't know what to say to him, because I didn't know what to say to myself. I knew it was true. How could I have been so selfish? I wanted him to win, but it would be the worst thing for him. His mother would be dead, I would be dead, and his father didn't even care about him.

None of us were going to win, anyways. Who could compete with Hawkfrost?

But what about him?

He wouldn't have anything to go home to either, since his sister had just recently died, from the torture. Everyone would hate him.

I realized that most of the tributes would have nobody if they won. And even if they did, did they really?

The only victor in these games is the Dark Forest.

So did you like? Should I keep writing in first person, or did you like third person better? I can't think of anything else to say, so...

Review Replies:

VolcanicPizza:

I felt bad for her too, she shouldn't be going through something like this at her age... I actually never heard of either an atlatl or a gladius, but I looked them up and I can see how they would suit her. I'll add those in somewhere, since they would fit in with the other weapons. Thanks for the idea!

Snowfall16:

I'm glad you liked it! Don't worry, you'll be seeing a lot more from other tributes ^^ I'm going to do a POV of at least one from each Clan before I get back to ThunderClan, though. You'll see Amberpaw from the sidelines, or something like that.

QOTD: Who do you think Minnowtail's going to piss off next? 😒

I actually have no hard feelings towards Minnowtail, I just needed someone to play the role she plays in this. So please, no flames!

Peace out kitties,

~SK 💙🐈