The burial for Scuttles and Silver Crystal did not take place until at least midnight. It was a long trek back, and the remaining campers had to keep resting and switching between each other to keep up their strength.

When they finally arrived, Hex and Luna each had to carry a body using air currents, and then dropping them. Scuttles and Silver Crystal fell together, and vanished together. Everyone looked expectantly around them for the fallen campers, but only Scuttles appeared briefly, a snake resting on their shoulders, and they looked at each and every camper, and flicked their cloak back, just as Suki had done. And then they vanished.

Everyone went to bed after this, not feeling even remotely safe as they lay in their tents. When everyone eventually fell asleep, it was almost morning. They all slept uneasily from sunrise to around noon, when all stumbled bleary eyed from their tents. All, that is, except Hawkstar. She bounded out of her tent with a determined expression on her face.

“Well, aren’t you looking chipper,” said Darkvine snarkily to Hawkstar. 

Reuby raised her eyebrows and looked pointedly around the campers. “Well, at least someone had a good night’s rest.”

Hawkstar narrowed her eyes. “Are you implying something?”

Reuby scoffed. “I never imply.” And with that, she stalked off, leaving Hawkstar looking mutinus. But as Hex hurried to join Reuby, Hawkstar heard Reuby mutter, “I straight out accuse.”

The Mistress walked up to the remaining campers. “Well, everyone is going much quicker than I expected.”

Everyone looked a bit incredulous at these words. It was as though The Mistress was saying that the fallen campers had decided to go home earlier than expected. 

“So I will be abandoning any games or fun for the rest of the week. Tomorrow those who survive will be going home.” and she walked away.

Home. Hawkstar snorted. She very much doubted that anyone would be going home at this point. She turned on her heel and stalked into the forest. She had not gone far when she sensed rather than heard two someones following her. She stopped and scrambled up a tree.

A moment later, Luna and Darkvine walked beneath her tree.

“Where’d she go?” asked Luna.

“She is definitely around here somewhere, I can sense her,” Darkvine answered. 

“I am here,” said Hawkstar with a slight snarl to her tone as she leaped in front of the pair. “What do you two want? Come to kill me?”

“No!” said Luna, looking alarmed. “We’ve come to question you.”

“Ha!” Hawkstar reached into her quiver and took out an arrow and spun it around in her hand. The two supposed questioners watched her arrow spin.

“Well?” Hawkstar stuck the arrow back in her quiver. “Get on with it.”

Darkvine composed herself. “Scuttles and Silver Crystal were both shot with arrows. Avara was found with a hunting knife in her. Where is your hunting knife?”

Hawkstar looked affronted. “Right here.” she reached for her sheathed knife and pulled out, not a hunting knife, but a large butter knife. 

“What-!” Hawkstar exclaimed. “I was sure… I mean, I haven’t used my hunting knife at all here, I mean…”

“Mm hm,” said Darkvine skeptical. “And the arrows?”

Hawkstar looked slightly relieved. “Well, see, I always have 15 hunting arrows in my quiver. Here, check.”

She unslung the quiver from her back and handed it to Luna. Luna accepted it, and quietly counted the arrows. 

“There are 15,” she said at last. 

“Hmmm,” said Darkvine. 

“Oh… oh dear,” said Hawkstar, remembering something. “I have spare arrows.”

And with that, she turned and ran back to the clearing with the tents. When she arrived, she found the clearing deserted. She dove into her tent and crawled over to her small chest. Opening it, she counted the arrows inside. 1 2 3 4 5 6. That was all. 5 arrows were missing.

Hawkstar crawled back out of the tent, and met Darkvine’s stone look. “5 arrows are missing from my spares.”

“How convenient.” Luna rolled her eyes. “You could have just replaced the missing arrows from your quiver last night.”

Hawstar growled, and snatched the quiver from Luna’s grasp and dashed into the woods. When she wanted to, Hawkstar could run very fast. She wove between trees and ended up at a small river, where three moss covered old oaks grew. She paused, and froze. The three trees were whispering, whispering, saying that they were near, the killer that had so recently been not a killer and they had held them in their roots…

“Ah ha,” said a voice behind Hawkstar. She spun around.

“You?” she gasped, then narrowed her eyes. “Ah. The cloak flick is important.”

“You don’t seem frightened,” said her would be killer.

“No, not real-” Hawkstar clawed at her throat. She couldn’t breathe! Her chest was heaving with the effort of trying to suck in…

“Poison,” said the murderer in an off -handed way. “It activates when you do some sort of physical exercise.”

Hawkstar collapsed onto the ground, her face blue, wish she could cry out their name… a searing pain, like she was engulfed in fire, and then, she died.

Dead:6 Zealatom, Suki, Avara, Scuttles [with Fluffles] Silver Crystal, Hawkstar

Alive: Echo [with Poe] Darkvine, Hex, Reuby, Luna 

I'm kinda sus....

Can I haunt someone?

Cazuu says ~conua~

Yeah, I wanna haunt somebody too. Can we all haunt somebody? :D