Windsong is not very popular after she threw her knife at me. Well, actually Snowstar took her knife away from her awhile. My arm is healing well, going to have a scar. Lucky the knifes aren't that big in the first place. Snowstar actually also won't let her go anywhere without another warrior with her. Little strict? Not really, she deserved it! Are we going to stay here forever? How is the clan supposed to survive, it takes years for human babies to grow. Are we not aloud to mate? So many questions I can not answer, so many questions only Starclan knows of. I walk pit of camp and my legs lead me to Moonpool. I don't even know how I ended up there honestly. Starclan mist have brought me here for a reason so I silently touch my nose against the cold water.

"Welcome Stripedleaf."
I nod my head in greeting.
"I assume you know who I am, but I'm putting something straight, about the leaders."
I tilt my head in confusion.
"The leaders only have two lives to speed things up."
I about gasp, but use all my might to hold it in.

I open my eyes, back at the moonpool, shivers go down my spine. I run back to camp and go straight to Snowstar's Den.

"Snowstar! Could I come in?" I yelled.

"Why, yes!" He yelled back.

I walked in, pushing the vines off my face.

"I have come back with an important message from Starclan."

I run up to his ear and whisper, " To speed up the games, leaders only have two lives"

I swear he gasped, "What games? We talking about the Hunger Games here? Because to me were not in a Hunger Games arena," he laughs, "but two lives, that's just crazy!"

He waves his arms around. I chuckle a bit. I walk back to my den and go to my bed, what could game mean?

Thank You for reading so far! Hearts and loves from Stripedleaf!