Luna, Leliana, Sunflare, Darkfield, Amara, Aqua, and Prince were all sitting next to each other at the Reaping.
"Who do you think will be chosen?" Luna asked, worried for herself and her friends.
"Don't ask us!" Sunflare said.
"We might all be chosen," Darkfield said pessimistically. "And we'll all survive until the final death match, and we'll have to kill each other."
"Oh my Moon, Darkfield! I'm the pessimistic one here!" Luna whisper-shouted.
"Okay, everyone! Listen up!" shouted the Chooser. The Espeon was an electrifying blue.
"I can't believe we're the same species," Sunflare muttered.
The Chooser said, "I hope you know if your name is called! Please listen!". With that, she trotted over to the pink-tinted bowl.