The warriorcat hunger games day eight
Cats remaining
Foxpaw
Ivytail
Nightcloud
Pricklekit
Pricklekit woke early with a loud yawn. He sleepily murmured "Good morning, Icewing."
Then realized his mother wasn't here. He was in the Hunger Games. Would he ever go back to his mother again?
Looking at the cats sleeping gently, the idea of winning crossed his mind. He could just kill them in their sleep, calmly and quietly, and go home. He could live. He could go home.
Pricklekit shook his head, clearing the murderous thoughts from his mind. He could never kill Foxpaw or Ivytail, or even Nightcloud! How could he even think that?
Suddenly, Nightcloud stirred, then muttered under her breath. "Soon..."
Pricklekit felt uneasy. What was she dreaming about? What was soon?
Nightcloud was running through the thick forest of ThunderClan, killing cats left and right until there were none left, and the Clans welcomed her home, the winner.
Soon... She though to herself. Soon...
"Nightcloud, wake up!" Pricklekit nudged the black she-cat. "You were talking in your sleep."
Nightcloud stiffened. "What...what was I saying?" Pricklekit shook his head. "Doesn't matter"
Foxpaw and Ivytail woke up.
The four remainders sat around for a while, then Ivytail left to go hunting.
Foxpaw let Pricklekit climb onto the highledge. It was amazing up there.
Ivytail came back with four mice.
"We've made it through another day. I wish the others would get bored already." No need Nightcloud thought. Two days left.
END OF DAY TWO