The warriorcat hunger games day seven
Cats remaining
Foxpaw
Ivytail
Nightcloud
Pricklekit
Foxpaw sat proudly at the foot of their growing fresh kill pile.
"Two mice, a thrush, oh wait another mouse, and a starling." Reported Ivytail.
Foxpaw was glad they had allies. For the first time in days, he felt secure. That is, almost secure. He was a bit suspicious of Nightcloud.
Nightcloud had been acting a bit strange; glaring at them, but then he saw Nightcloud rolling in an almost play fight with Pricklekit. Pricklekit was squealing with delight, and Nightcloud was purring.
Foxpaw shrugged. Nightcloud was just a cat. No secrets. What cold blooded murderer would be playing with a kit and purring?
Foxpaw soon forgot the idea of Nightcloud and joined their next game of moss ball. He felt safe and secure for sure now, and he was positive that nothing could possibly go wrong.
That night, they feasted on the fresh-kill. Ivytail stood on the highledge.
"As you know, we are the last survivors. Maybe the cats from our clans will lose interest and let us all win."
Foxpaw and Pricklekit cheered.
Nightcloud bit her tongue and murmured to herself. "Not so fast, Ivytail. There will be action in three days,"
END OF DAY SEVEN