The warriorcat hunger games day nine
Cats remaining
Foxpaw
Ivytail
Nightcloud
Pricklekit
That day it was rainy. Not just rainy, but storming. Thunder cracked and snapped above them, and rain pelted the leaky den. The sky was dark and gray.
They couldn't hunt today, so they curled up in tight balls together and told storied about life in the clans.
Did they miss them? Would they ever see their families again? Who would be the lucky cat that went home? Could they all live?
Pricklekit told a story about when he left camp to follow the scent of a fox, and was nearly eaten. He had hid in a bush until Icewing came and brought him home.
Foxpaw told the story about how he had tried to catch a fox during an assessment and wanted his name to be Foxcatcher.
Ivytail told a lengthy story about how much she loves her clanmate, Owlpaw. She went on and on about how handsome he was and she wants to go home and be his mate and have as many litters of kits as Ferncloud.
Pricklekit nearly fell asleep during this.
Then Nightcloud began a story of when she was on the moor at night and saw a badger. She had stayed still, hoping she'd blend in with the night. Then she stepped on a dead leaf and the badger looked up and-
BOOM
Pricklekit screamed as the thunder crashed. Ivytail pulled him close. "Do not fear,," she whispered. "Nightcloud, you're scaring him!"
Save your fears for tomorrow. Nightcloud thought, snickering.
END OF DAY NINE