Sprucespark anxiously clawed at the ground. Blizzardstar was going to tell the contestants how the games work today. He had fallen asleep uneasily and had woken up countless times. He shook his pelt and looked at Greymoon. She was so... Beautiful. Her gray pelt simmered in the soft light. He groaned. Why did she have to be the one to compete in the games with him? Every tom in the clan liked her. He didn't think she would even notice him once the games started.

Suddenly, Greymoon shifted. She rolled over to face Spucespark. He could feel heat rising to his ears. Slowly, the brown tom decided to roll over, so she was facing his back. And than, slowly, but thankfully Spurcespark drifted into a light sleep.

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Spurcespark woke as the sun rose. The soft forest scents poked at his nose. He felt like shrinking back from the stubble scent. It was so different from the sharp and clear scent of the pines he was used too. The gray tom slowly rose, shaking his pelt, brushing off the little bits of moss and bracken. Yawning, he walked out of the cramped den, he was careful to step on the apprentices or Greymoons tails. Poking his head out of the den, he noticed a few competitors had already awaken, and were exploring the camp in the sunlight, when most of them felt the most safe. The tabby brown tom rolled his shoulders, studying his- enemies, competitors, traitors? He didn't feel that there was any word that could describe this horrible competition. Gingerly sweeping his tail over the fallen snow, he approached the one cat who didn't look like she was assessing the others weaknesses, or strengths.

"H-h-hello," he said, stumbling over his words. You don't want her to think your weak? Or do you? Maybe she'll take pity on you, she looks strong right? his mind raced, not knowing that the she-cat was actually studying Sprucespark quite intently.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sprucespark, I assume?" She said, dipping her head slightly in greeting.

"Y-yes," He said, catching himself, "You're..." he trailed off, trying to remember the dappled gray she-cats name from the selection the night before.

"Robinflight," she finished for him.

Sprucespark stayed silent for a moment, he felt his ears heating up. Flicking his ears, trying to clear his head for a bit. "S-so how is it in ThunderClan?" he asked, feeling twitchy.

"Gre-" she was interrupted by a snap of a twig. Sprucespark almost jumped out of his fur. Blizzardstar padded over to beside him, the tom felt tiny beside the leader of all the clans. All he wanted to do was slink into the shadows of the quiet den, where the ShadowClan cats were still sleeping uneasily. "H-hello," he said, wide eyed. The snow white tom glanced at him, a sneer glowing in his eyes, but not on his face.

"How are you, Robinshadow?" he asked the question as if they were old friends. The gray she-cat glared at Blizzardstar, ice shone from her eyes, then turned tail. The dappled gray cat walked away to the border of the camp, were they could see the hillside from the edge. A guard standing on the side glanced at her, then looked away, convinced Robinshadow wouldn't cause trouble.

The ice blue eyed tom looked at Sprucespark, a look of distaste on his muzzle. "Now, Sprucespark," he paused, looking to the rising sun.

"Y-yes Blizzardstar?" he asked, the brown tom felt his shoulders bristle. He was afraid, and even more terrified that he was afraid of the white, broad shouldered tom.

"Today we learn the Death Bite," He said cheerfully, knowing that none of the Clan cats knew how to fight, because of the fact that only the Dark forest cats possessed the knowledge to fight, and this is what made the Clans obey their every order.