Oakstreak watched in his head as the scene from last night replayed over and over in his head. The list of tributes. The story.

That they could die at any moment was only now dawning on him. Where did they go in StarClan, he wondered? Surely not where the others were, at least until the games were over. But then where? And what if their killers soon joined them, ready for another round?

Oakstreak didn't want to die. He doubted any of them really did. He thought he might have a shot at winning at first- but who was he, really? Just a random tom, thrown into this mess. He glanced over at his sleeping allies. They trusted him. Couldn't he just kill them now? No. If he made one wrong move, a cry would wake up the rest. Or a thunderclap. And then where would he be? No allies, no resources- he would have to stay there for the time being.

He sniffed the air again. Nothing. What did he expect, really? There was a strong scent of rabbit in the air, though. Maybe prey?

No, not theirs. And rabbits don't stealthily sneak up on you in the Games…

His yowl of panic was drowned out in screeches as six cats leapt out at him.

Six?

But there was Copperflash- there was Eaglestorm- and wasn't that Ripplefang? And Blackrush, and Turtlewing, and Buzzardear, too?

But it didn't matter who. It mattered how to get away.

They were sorely outnumbered, but already the rest were up for a fight. Palestrike slashed at Turtlewing and Eaglestorm, snarling. Copperflash now faced a snarling Lilytrickle, while Lizardclaw was sinking her teeth into Blackrush. Buzzardear launched himself at Oakstreak, who ducked and got a good swipe in before he was knocked to the ground. Struggling up, he bowled him into Eaglestorm, knocking them both down. To the side, he saw Copperflash with some prey and packs of herbs in his mouth. So that's what the sneaky little snakes were after. Lilytrickle was battling alongside Palestrike against three, so Oakstreak knew he was alone with him. Copperflash saw him and gave a yowl of warning, but not before Oakstreak was upon him. They tussled, pinning each other, until Oakstreak sliced him one good, deep gash in the chest through belly area, and the thunderclap banged in his ears.

The fight all around him paused, and then they all scattered. But Ripplefang wasn't fast enough. With a snarl, Palestrike leapt onto him and ripped out his throat. He twitched and went still, and they heard his boom.

The rest were long gone. They wanted to evaluate their wounds, but they needed to get away before the blood attracted any hidden predators. After Lizardclaw's suggestion, they trudged away to the forest, some limping, some simply shaken from the fight.

Soon they reached the borderline to the forest. They barely dragged themselves in before they collapsed. Oakstreak looked over at their panting bodies while Palestrike looked them all over with Leafshadow. They treated each other- Leafshadow had a bad leg and several scratches, and Palestrike had a few deep, long ones- and then attended to the rest. Lilytrickle had a vicious swipe across her face and a few more minor wounds, and Lizardclaw's right hind paw was bitten to the bone, as well as her front left shoulder being scratched up and having a chest gash. The two she-cats pronounced that everyone would live, which was ironic, seeing as possibly none of them would.

After a day of rest, they decided to journey on. Oakstreak, being the strongest (seeing as he only had minor cuts and scratches,) led on.

That day, they kept close to the center where they had started, so it didn't take too long to reach the hills. But the fields were lush and green, and they found a great little shallow near a river and the border of the trees. They settled down under a large oak. Oakstreak requested Palestrike and he tame a walk. He knew it sounded like a murder plan, but she agreed readily.

The walked in silence for a moment, admiring the hills in the falling sunlight, before getting down to business.

Palestrike turned to him.

"Why have you brought me here?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to seem casual.

"Will you be my ally?" This seemed to take her by surprise, and she looked confused. She tilted her head.

He explained. "Well, I think that once one or two or maybe even three more die…" She flinched- "We could go off on our own. We're strong enough to win…"

Palestrike opened her mouth to speak, an indecisive look on her face, when they heard a large rumbling. Suddenly, Oakstreak noticed a wall of large, round boulders on the top of the hill that he was sure had not been there before.

And they were tumbling down right on top of them.

There was no escape. They screamed and ran back towards the makeshift camp, but Oakstreak knew they wouldn't make it in time. They had just caught sight of the three worried faces of their allies when the sound got louder. He glanced behind him and saw the largest boulder right behind them. He screeched and propelled himself forward. Palestrike hadn't stopped and looked back, and he suddenly realized that the one simple mistake was going to cost him his life.

For an absurd moment, all he could think of was the cats who would watch this in StarClan. How would they react? Surely StarClan would be more interested in him then the rest.

He was on camera now…

That was his last thought before he was plunged into the silence and darkness that accompanies death.

List of Surviving Tributes:

ThunderClan

Petalflash

Eaglestorm

RiverClan

Leafshadow

Palestrike

Sunlily

Turtlewing

WindClan

Lilytrickle

Blackrush

ShadowClan

Lizardclaw

Buzzardear

Author's Note: Please review sponsorships. They may not show up soon. If I don't accept them, I don't think the characters need them, or it won't help the plot right. I do have a winner (and all the rest of the places) mapped out. However, don't forget to go on my profile and submit to my poll who you're betting on.