Graystripe's POV

I tear hungrily at a juicy squirrel, then help myself to my third piece of prey, a plump blackbird. They were giving us a feast before the games, to plumpen us up I guess. As I finish, I swipe my tongue around my lips and line my uncomfortable bracken nest with the feathers from the blackbird.

"Smart," I turn around to see Bramblepaw gazing weakly at me. "To line your nest with feathers from fresh-kill, I mean."
"I guess. Do you want to team with me? I'm also teamed with Sandstorm and Squirrelkit," Bramblepaw's expression darkens when I mention Squirrelkit.
"Sure"

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I walk into a hollow in a hill, to show Scourge cats my skill. The skill I had chosen was combat. As I walk in, I see a fighting log, covered with scars. I glance over at Scourge before leaping at the dummy, hissing and spitting. Scourge stares at me in shock as I leave. I had just left the log with a dozen more scars, although my claws were sore, it was worth it.