-Lionblaze-
Lionblaze looked at the two kits curled up in the small burrow beneath a bramble bush. The sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains.
I wonder if they're the ones from home.
The thought of home made Lionblaze feel homesick and lonely. Only the growling of his belly shook him from the thoughts of home.
Figuring the kittens would be hungry when they awoke, Lionblaze decided to hunt for prey. He found himself walking around for a little bit before he finally came across a sparrow. He smiled and lunged forward, snapping its spine and picking it up in his jaws.
The sun had reached far over the mountains and Lionblaze realized the kittens would be wondering where he went. Then he heard a blast of thunder.

Lionblaze began to run until he found the kits, dropping the bird at the mouth of the burrow. Panic spiking up his fur.
"Moonkit!?" He called out, forgetting what danger he was bringing by calling out.
"Whitekit!?" He looked around before two small bundles of fur darted out of the bushes.
"Lionblaze!" The kits mewled and pressed into his fur.
"Where did you go?! We- we thought someone else got you!" Moonkit whimpered and Lionblaze looked around.
"Who died then?" He asked and the kits shrugged.
"Well. We should eat and try to find a water source." Lionblaze whispered and the kits looked at him.
"Eat what? All we got were herbs and weapons." White it asked and Lionblaze gestured to the sparrow by the burrow.
-Bumblestripe-
Bumblestripe jumped awake. The thunder clap had awoken him.
Thunder.....Thunder!
Bumblestripe looked around. Skypelt was awake as well, claws unsheathed and dug into the dirt.
"Who died?" Skypelt asked and Bumblestripe shrugged.
"We should get out of here." Bumblestripe muttered and the two toms began to gather up their supplies, taking a bite out of the prey before they continued into the forest in the direction of the mountains.
-Dovewing-
Dovewing sniffed the air. Her two apprentice allies at her side. They were hoping to find one of the Thunderclan tributes that day. Especially after the early morning thunder clap. However their search had come up empty so far.
"What happens if we come across a Tribe or Shadowclan cat?" Rushpaw asked.
"It depends. If they're with someone, we run. If they're not, we attack and hope the arena finishes them off." The thought of killing a fellow warrior disturbed Dovewing. How would her sister have played this?

"Why not just kill them?" Boulderpaw asked bluntly and Dovewing flicked her tail.
"Because if any of us are to make it out alive, I would like to be remembered for how I followed the code, not how many cats I killed." Dovewing wondered if her Clanmates heard what she said. If they felt sympathy for her. If she were to win, would they welcome her back after a cat's blood had forever stained her paws?
-Hollyleaf-
Hollyleaf staggered away from her spot. A cat had ambushed her, giving her a deep gash along her spine and she had lashed out without thinking. Now, Tawnypelt's blood soaked her stream and covered her paws. This wasn't like when she had killed Ashfur, this was wrong. But then again, Tawnypelt had been beaten up horribly. She had a deep gash down her side and was clearly dehydrated. She had simply been trying to grab Hollyleaf's supplies. But this didn't make it right.

Hollyleaf glared up at the sky. She felt rage boil up inside her and she let it all out, her claws ripping up the ground below her.
"How could you do this to me?! Why me!? Why!? Did you enjoy it!? Did you enjoy watching her die!? Did you enjoy watching her take your place, Fang?!" Hollyleaf yowled up at the sky, knowing full well the Clan cats and the Rogues could see her. Soon, the gravity of what Hollyleaf had done sank in, causing her to break down into sobs.
"I-I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, Shadowclan......I'm sorry Brambleclaw......Please.....forgive me...." Hollyleaf felt her strength leave her wobbly legs and she fell to the ground, not seeing the approaching tom who had come at the sound of her screams.
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Drip, drop, drip, drop. Scratch.
Hollyleaf jerked awake, her body rigid and sore. She was no longer near the cluster of forest in the golden field. She was in a cave, slightly larger than Jayfeather's.
My supplies!
Hollyleaf breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her pack against the wall. Then she saw a second pack and a empty nest. She was in someone elses' shelter. Hollyleaf turned to see her back was no longer covered in blood but had a recently healed over scar. Her flank was the same case.
Had she been out for days? There wasn't anything to show she had been subjected to a poultice.

"Your awake."
Hollyleaf's head whipped around and she watched as an all too familiar tom slipped into the den, water dripping down his fur.
"Crowfeather?!" Hollyleaf stared at the tom.
"The one and only." Crowfeather replied with faint sarcasm and walked over to the bigger pack beside Hollyleaf's.
"How long have I been out?" Hollyleaf asked and Crowfeather pulled out a flatish cylinder with some sort of greenish goo.
"A sunrise or two. They're just about to show the cats who died." Crowfeather scooped out some of the goo and applied it to a scratch on his flank.

Hollyleaf's stomach knotted up.
"How many canons?" She asked and Crowfeather pulled out a mouse, pushing it over to Hollyleaf.
"Well. There wasn't any more deaths on the day you killed Tawnypelt." Hollyleaf looked down. She was still regretful.
"Of course a few thunder claps occurred today. So either someone attacked the alliance at the Cornucopia and killed them off. Or the alliance has started hunting other tributes."
Hollyleaf pondered for a moment.
"How many cats left?" Hollyleaf asked.
"I dunno." Right then the sound of thunder exploded through the arena. It didn't sound like that of the storm.
"Make that one less."