The warriorcat hunger games day five
Cats remaining.
Foxpaw
Ivytail
Cedarheart
Whitetail
Nightcloud
Pricklekit
Foxpaw stayed with Whitetail while Ivytail slept in the warriors' den. Foxpaw sent many hateful glances at the den.
"Foxpaw," Whitetail mumbled weakly. "Live as long as you can. Have faith in yourself."
Her tail twitched, and Foxpaw heard a cat screech. He buried his nose into her bloodstained flank.
"Good-bye, Whitetail. Thank you for being my ally. I would have been dead by now if it weren't for you."
The sun had risen. Cedarheart looked down from his was a gray kit being chased by a large black she-cat. Nightcloud and Pricklekit.
There goes two tributes.Cedarheart thought as he dropped from the tree. He landed on Nightcloud.
Pricklekit escaped.
Cedarheart hissed as Nightcloud pulled out from under him and ran away. With a sigh, he climbed back up into his tree.
Foxpaw sat in the middle of the camp, glancing around warily. The entrance trembled. Foxpaw tensed and unsheathed his claws, screeching a warning to Ivytail, who poked her head out of the den a moment later.
Pricklekit burst into the camp. "Please don't kill me!" He squealed. "Nightcloud was chasing me as if I were a rabbit. Cedarheart attacked her. I hope she died!"
"I haven't heard a cat screech. She's not dead." Foxpaw told him.
"A cat screech woke me up this morning. Who died?"
"Whitetail." Foxpaw answered.
"Can we be allies? Leafpool and Beetlekit died."
"Of course."
END OF DAY FIVE