Author's Note: Wow. Just wow. Sixty reviews! So far that's my record :D Thanks so much for all your fantastic feedback!

I know I left you on a cliffhanger last update, so I realised I would have to get the next chapter up as quickly as possible. So here it is! This is from Nightstalk's POV. Quite a lot of this chapter will be the chase scene where she and the career pack are chasing Blazewing and Runningsong. I'm hoping this update will be a bit longer than the previous one.

So yeah! Please RR and enjoy!

Nightstalk's POV:

There were a few tense moments of silence where she and the career pack padded around the rock outcrop. The jet-black ShadowClan she-cat could still taste the hot taste of blood on her fangs. She licked her lips, allowing a cruel smile to form on her face. My first kill!

She turned around to see if all of the other members of her pack were keeping up. To be honest, she wished they would leave her alone. She preferred to be solitary, and if they hunted her victims together the rest of the cats would get some of the credit for the kills. Besides, she didn't trust any of them. Especially not Ashstrike. Every time she looked back, she noticed him staring at her; trying to find her weak points. Looking for a way to overpower her. Moorslash was no better. She was certain that he and the other WindClan tom were planning something.

Thorntooth, however, was a different matter. Ever since what he had said in his interview, she had been blatantly ignoring him. Nightstalk truly didn't know why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. Whenever she saw him, a sickening feeling rose from her gut, making her uneasy.

Nightstalk had been so lost in her thoughts, that she was the last cat in the group to notice two ThunderClan cats standing at the bottom of the hill. One was Blazewing: he had received a 9. The other was Runningsong, a she-cat that had claimed a 7 from Shade. As soon as she realised their presence, she dropped into a hunter's crouch, getting ready to pounce on her prey.

"Get them!" she yowled. She pounced forward with the other cats hot on her heels. As soon as the ThunderClan scum saw her movement, they turned around and fled into the darkness, away from the outcrop. Good. She smirked in her mind. I like a challenge...

Nightstalk unsheathed claws dug into the dirt, propelling her forward. It was hard to see them through the mist. Her anger began to rise as she realised they were getting away. "Faster!" she screeched; her fury fuelled her-

But it was only when she looked back that she discovered that Ashstrike and Moorslash were beginning to pull ahead of her. Of course! They're used to running across the hills chasing rabbits. Their speed grew in strength, and soon, the ThunderClan cats stamina began to fail. They'll be in our teeth soon-

They were only a few foxtails away from them now. She saw Blazewing turn his head. His eyes widenened with fear. The WindClan cats were gaining on them, about to fix a firm grip in their backs. They would be caught soon. Nightstalk watched in pleasure as Ashstrike reached out his paw, ready to strike-

And that was when Blazewing stopped. Courage brimming in his eyes, the tom met Ashstrike head on, and caught by surprise, the grey tom went flying in the other direction. Blazewing smirked in triumph and Nightstalk growled. She realised that Moorslash had stopped and had dropped into an offensive pose. Runningsong was beside Blazewing now. It was clear that Moorslash wouldn't be able to take them both on. She hissed under her breath. I need to get there quickly!

Runningsong's eyes flickered towards Nightstalk's. They narrowed down to slits. Nightstalk could only just hear her whisper. "Blazewing: they outnumber us. Trying to fight them is futile."

Noticing their approach, he nodded in agreement. They turned tail and began to run once more. She hissed in frustration; she readied her back legs, ready to go after them, but then a weight pressed down onto her back, pinning her. Nightstalk looked up in rage; then her eyes widened in shock. It was Thorntooth! "Nightstalk!" he yelled. "Don't!"

She dug her claws into the ground. "What's got into you!" she snapped. "They're getting away!"

"We can't catch them." He snapped. "Ashstrike's leg is hurt and we're both out of breath. We won't catch up with them."

She turned around, ready to contradict him… but she discovered he was right. Moorslash was panting for breath, helping Ashstrike to stand, and she could feel Thorntooth's short rasps hot on her face.

There were a few tense moments of silence, before she shook her head in disbelief. "Get off me you pile of fox dung." She muttered, pushing him off her with her back legs." Nightstalk stared at him angrily. "We agreed that you would do everything I say-" she began.

"And I will." He cut in, flicking his tail along the ground. "But sometimes there is a time when you have to give up. We can go after them once we're fit again. We've been hunting all night, and we need to rest."

In any normal place and time, Nightstalk would most certainly have debated the matter. She knew that she had a strong lust for blood, and she honestly wanted to carry on. But… that sickening feeling was rising in her gut. It was the same uneasiness she felt whenever she stared directly into Thorntooth's eyes. She felt like she was drowning- stop! She shook her head and looked away. "Fine." She said, hostility lacing her voice. "We'll stop for now, but we go out again as soon as I see the sun begin to rise."

He nodded. For some reason, Thorntooth was evidently puzzled. He must have thought he wouldn't win the argument quite so easily. "Nightstalk-" he began-

Nightstalk interrupted. "Come on! Let's just find somewhere to rest." She turned away from Thorntooth and padded over to Moorslash and Ashstrike. She inspected his leg: it looked like he had twisted it. But it was a minor injury, and it would probably have mended itself in the morning. It had better have healed by morning, she thought. "Can you walk?" she asked.

"Just about." Ashstrike replied, wincing a bit as he stood up. She didn't say another word to him; instead, she turned around and began to move back towards the rocky outcrop where they had first seen Blazewing and Runningsong. The two WindClan cats and his scent trailed behind her. She quickened her pace, making sure she was a safe distance from them before she let her mind begin to wonder. This keeps happening to me! She thought. Am I going crazy or something? The same thing happened when I saw Thorntooth fighting against that ThunderClan senior warrior, and now, whenever I see him I feel… detached. She tried to suppress her thoughts, but she couldn't. Her mind was fixed firmly on Thorntooth, so instead, she tried to concentrate on the place they were heading to distract herself. Just through the darkness and mist, illuminated by the moonlight was the rocky outcrop. She reached the bottom of it before the other cats did: it would provide good enough barrier from the rain for the night.

"Hurry up!" she shouted to the other cats. Nightstalk didn't wait for them. Instead, she curled up into a ball, but didn't fall asleep. Soon, Ice would relay the day's events.

Every night, at the darkest hour, one of the reapers of the clans would step into the arena, along with a team of bodyguards, would shout out all of the deaths across the battlefield. She smirked, anticipating the moment. When the pack had left the blood-bath, Nightstalk had guessed at least ten cats had been killed; maybe more had died from fatal wounds. That was another one of the advantages of getting a camp close to the edge of the arena. Some cats would have to travel across the whole area to hear the report, and with all of the competitors so close together, it was also an invitation to fight.

The other cats had just arrived at the outcrop, panting once more after that travel back, when Nighstalk heard Ice's voice. "Tributes!"

Instantly, her ears pricked, listening attentively. "It has been a fine day of fighting!" he called out, his voice charismatic and calm. "Many have died in the battle at the podiums, and many more out in the open. Now, we honour their memory!" Nightstalk felt her body tense: her eyes narrowed down to slits. Hopefully, I'll only be about ten cats away from victory...

"From ThunderClan, three have died!" Ice announced. "They were Aspenpaw, Petalfall and Grassfur."

So that ThunderClan senior warrior, Wildheart, survived the first day, huh? Nightstalk wondered.

"From ShadowClan-" Nightstalk leaned forward at this, "Ebonypaw and Pinewhisker."

Four alive from my clan. That means five dead so far, the jet-black she-cat smirked.

"For WindClan, four have managed to survive. The dead are Creekface and Flowerpelt."

A hiss rose from deep within Nightstalk's throat. I knew this arena would benefit WindClan!

"And finally, RiverClan, three have been killed. Willowpaw, Pebbleshine and Splasheart."

That's it? Nightstalk hit the ground with her paw in frustration. That means there are fourteen cats left to kill...

I know I know! I promised a much longer chapter, but that honestly seemed like a good place to leave that chapter. I didn't want Nightstalk to go through anymore emotional conflict concerning a certain handsome ShadowClan tom named Thorntooth for that chapter. :) What do you think of that by the way?

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