The Warrior Games Simulation

Day 6 (Part 1)

...Two days later...

It'd been two days with no canons. No death. Badgerstrike rolled onto his rear to see the sun rising. The morning air was cool and damp, almost like a normal day back in district five. But this wouldn't last long, the game makers will soon force every cat closer together and it'll be a blood bath.

Next to Badgerstrike Silverstorm lay curled on the thick branch they had slept on. It was Silverstorm who suggested they stayed in the trees, it was safer from the other tributes. The two only ventured to the ground for prey or herbs for Badgerstrikes cut on his leg which was healing, but slowly.

Badgerstrike rubbed his head. He'd promised Silverstorm they'd both make it, because he'd looked at her like she was his little sister. However, in the past two days his emotions had changed and his emotions had taken a whole different turn. He no longer cared to get out alive for revenge as long as Silverstorm made it out alive.

Silverstorm's whiskers twitched as she slept, clearly in a dream state. Badgerstrike leaned down over her beautiful soft gray and orange body and brushed his cheek against hers, before climbing down the tree. He'd catch their prey before she woke.

Mousesnarl was feasting into a dead possum she had caught as the sun began to rise in the sky. She heard a crackle of branches and paused, flicking her ears before returning to her meal. Another rustle.

"MRROOOW!" A cat squealed.

Mousesnarl rolled over onto her back and caught the attacking cat in her hind paws and pushed her back across the forest clearing. She rolled onto her hind paws and pounced onto her attacker with her spear pressed against her opposers neck.

"I almost had you!" The small brown she cat seethed.

"What is this Barbwire, number eight? It's going to be a shame when I have to kill you, you amuse me." Mousesnarl chuckled.

"Sixth attempt. It's a shame you're bad with numbers, you don't even know how many are left in the arena." Barbwire spat as Mousesnarl released her hold. "Have you caught any scent trail

"Nothing. I know Berrytuft is still alive, but the only trails were back at base camp." Mousesnarl growled in frustration. Barbwire always questioned her hunt skills.

"Well I found a very peculiar scent. You might be interested in-" 

Mousesnarl swung her spear at Barbwire. "Then you deal with it! Not one cat has died in two days! It's not my job to kill them all. I thought you had skill. Get out of my sight."

When Barbwire stared back in defiance Mousesnarl charged at her. Barbwire backed away quickly and hissed before leaving. Barbwire hadn't acted so big and bad since Mousesnarl sent her machete flying into a pond during one of her killing attempts.

"Caught it!" Biohazard called quietly. She had bit her tongue remembering how Berrytuft had snapped at her each time she was a wee bit louder than a birds tweet. She carried her prey in her paw, a plump rabbit when she felt a paw on her back push her to the ground.

"I thought we agreed to walk on all four paws. Any enemy cat can see us easier if we walk on our hinds." Berrytuft lectured.

Biohazard cursed under her breath before putting the rabbit in her jaws and returned to all fours. The warm juices of the freshly killed rabbit leaked through to her jaws, it took every bit of strength not to just chomp down on the prey. It had been her first catch without Berrytuft's help and she was going to share, Berrytuft had kept her safe and alive the past two days and she owed it to him. 

"Get down behind the bush!" Berrytuft shoved Biohazard into a bramble thicket.

Biohazard's gasp of surprise was muffled by the rabbit in her jaws. Before she could ask Berrytuft what was the cause of their hiding she saw it, or more like him.

The two cats jaws dropped, the rabbit falling out of Biohazards. On a hill up ahead a cat that resembled a lion stalked, wielding a gigantic axe. Once the cats face whipped around to their view they both saw the fire-like ember eyes that answered their astonishment. Hailscar.

"I thought you said he-" Biohazard whisper cut off when she realized she should remain quiet.

"Dead." Berrytuft croaked.

**Authors Note**

Thank you all for the support, many of you know I took a big break. I've been struggling in my personal life so much it almost seemed unbearable. Writing was the last thing on my mind, but now that I started back up, it seemed to pull me out of my dark place. I hope you all enjoy! Sorry about this chapter being so short!