The Forest Games

Chapter 12

Dawnpelt gazed at the sky to see if her clanmates were dead. She saw Applefur and Ferretclaw appear in the sky. To her surprise, Ivypool appeared in the sky. She had been a good fighter and was a surprise to see in the sky. Then Tigerstar appeared. "Tributes, tonight there will be a feast. You all need something, so come and get it. It will be held at the Cornucopia. May the odds be ever in your favor." he jeered, then faded from the sky. Dawnpelt looked back to Starlingwing to see that he had badly singed one of his back legs and was holding it oddly. They will have herbs for that. I have to go.

Dawnpelt padded over to a hollow tree and beckoned for Starlingwing to rest in it. He limped over to her and lay down. "Starlingwing, your leg is badly injured and I have to go to the feast. They will have herbs." Dawnpelt meowed. "Don't go for me. I'm not healthy enough to get out alone. If you die, there will be no Shadowclan victor. Kill me now if you wish." Starlingwing replied grimly. "No I won't. We are in this together. I'm going now. Don't follow me." Dawnpelt meowed then turned around and stalked back to the charred land surrounding the Cornucopia. Starlingwing opened his mouth to protest, but found it useless and stayed silent. He laid his head on his paws and fell asleep.

Dawnpelt moved through the wasteland, looking for a patch of untouched land. She felt something wet under her paw. She looked at it and there was a patch of grass with dew on it. To her right was the Cornucopia, with four bags, each with a symbol for a clan on it. The bag with the symbol for Shadowclan was in the middle. Ok 3, 2,1, go! She ran out towards her bag and saw that Owlwhisker had gone at the same time as her. He was smaller and faster, being from Windclan and beat her there. He grabbed his bag and when he saw Dawnpelt, he became ready to fight. He leaped fro her and scratched her muzzle before darting away. Owlwhisker looped around and bit her tail, missing her claws by a whisker length. Finally she felt her claws hit him and she clawed him, grabbed her bag, and ran. Owlwhisker hadn't followed her. She heard a cannon in the distance and regretted blindly slashing Owlwhisker. The experienced Windclan warrior had been hit in the throat and died quickly. His body faded as his clanmates watched, terrified, from the undergrowth. After everyone left, the two remaining Windclan cats grabbed their bag and left for the plateau they had stayed at.

Starlingwing sighed with relief when he saw Dawnpelt return. "I had been so worried! I thought it was you who had died. Who was it?" he asked. "Owlwhisker." Dawnpelt replied sadly. "Owlwhisker is dead! He was such a good warrior. Who killed him?" Starlingwing asked. "Me." Dawnpelt meowed regretfully. Starlingwing looked astonished for a moment then nodded, realizing it hadn't been intentional. Dawnpelt made her way through the contents of the backpack, pulling everything out and setting it down in the tree. They got three pieces of fresh kill, herbs for Starlingwing, and a set of claws made out of something shiny and silver. Dawnpelt put the silver claws on and buried her unneeded bone ones. She chewed some of the herbs to a pulp then put them on the somewhat infected burn on Starlingwing's leg. He started to purr from the relief from pain. Starlingwing eventually fell asleep. Dawnpelt fell asleep soon after.