5 cats remain in the arena. Will these warriors ever find peace?

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Ravenwillow stretched out and closed his eyes, letting the nearby rush of the river lull him to sleep. He fell asleep wondering how much longer these deadly games would go on.

Troutdip blinked himself awake, bleary-eyed, only to see the dark night sky. Having slept through the whole day, he felt rested now, but was still ravenously hungry. He returned to his hunting efforts, but unfortunately still could not break his streak of failure, and by the end of the night was still empty-pawed.

Now back at full health, Nectarsting gave hunting a shot, but was unable to catch the rabbit she was chasing. It got away and Nectarsting watched it go, frustrated by the twangs of hunger in her stomach. 

After a long day of traveling on her paws, Snowpatch found a nice patch of tall grasses to curl up in so that she could sleep through the night. 

Waspthorn continued his quest for food by hunting throughout the night, and this time he was extraordinarily lucky! He caught a medium prey and quickly snarfed down half of it, then saved the rest for the morning. 

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The tributes had a quiet night tonight. A short reprieve, or a sign that their suffering is almost over? There were no deaths this chapter. 

It could be a trick of the light, or the shock of seeing even the strongest cats fall victim to an untimely demise, but the stars seem to arrange themselves to form the image of the recently deceased. 

Dawnslash.