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pound3: A small black she-cat picked her way across the rocky landscape. Every once in a while, she would let out a groan, or an 'Ew.' Ever since the beavers had arrived, the normal, dry territory had turned into a muddy mess! She absolutely hated it. It clumped up her long fur and dried up in her pads. She couldn't wait for them to leave! Ribbon-Wren: Branchstipe slowly picked his way through the mucky territory, trying to avoid the most mud when possible, but utterly failing. He had just left camp and he was already looking more brown than white, only the top of him staying clean. "How on earth is there supposed to be any prey out here?"

I sit in my small shelter in the forests of District 6 and chuckle softly. Today was not only my 16th birthday, (Happy Birthday to me), but it was also the day of yet another reaping. I stand up and pace around the only room of my ‘house’, doing my usual meditating and thinking. “You’ve got this.” I say, reassuring myself. “If you get picked, you can win. You can kill people with a bow and arrow and use your survival instincts. You’ve lived out here for 7 years now. You’ve got this.” I smile slightly. “Right. Let’s go see which unfortunate girl and boy gets picked this year.&rd

Whisperwind|Female|RockyClan|Warrior Whisperwind is the eldest child of deceased warriors Coalstripe and Skyfoot of RockyClan. As a kit, she was very quiet and shy. This greatened when her mother and brother Whitekit came down with a bad case of greencough and died. This made her extremely distrustful and wary. Once she became an apprentice, though, this quietness and shyness disappeared. She joined in happily in the clan activities, and made many friends. She banded together with her clanmates during the terrible earthquakes as well. Now a warrior, Whisperwind’s still working hard for the clan. As for Cragkit- she’s a bit appreh

Name: Gracie Hemkirk Age: 16 District: 6 (Preferred), 12, 3 Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow Secondary Weapon of Choice: Knife Appearance: Gracie is a tall, thin, well-muscled 16-year-old. She has long chestnut brown hair and very pale green eyes, as well as tan skin. Casual Outfit: Her casual as well as reaping outfit is a dirty, old, green t-shirt, dark jean capris, and worn-down black combat boots. She also has a brown leather choker with a green gem embedded in the middle. Personality: Sarcastic, witty, and clever are all words that can describe this teen. Having lived alone for most of her life, Gracie has learned that sarcasm is a