Survivalists

Cloudtail: Hellooooo, and welcome to Survivalists! I am your host, Cloudtail!

Darkstripe: How did we get stuck with a kittypet as a host...

Brightheart, beside Darkstripe: EEEEE, GO CLOUDTAIL!

Darkstripe: GREAT DARK FOREST! MY EARS!

Tawnypelt: Will you two shut up!?

Cloudtail: *taps microphone* Everyone, calm down! Now, I know you're all anxious to get this show on the road, but before we start I'd like to go over the rules, while the contestants are still here. First off, the show will be held in that dome-- *points to a huge, empty glass dome* --right over there.

Crowfeather: IT'S EMPTY, YOU IDIOT!

Cloudtail: Y-yes, I know. *nods nervously* But me and two other cats will be controlling the climate of the space inside the dome. Y'know, one minute it's a wet forest and the next it's a scorching desert. You won't know what it'll be!

Leafpool: That seems rather... unfair?

Nightcloud: LIKE YOU KNOW WHAT'S FAIR, YOU SHE-DEVIL!

Leafpool: *offended gasp*

Rowanclaw: Competition heating up in the back.

Mintfur: *snorts*

Cloudtail: EVERYONE SETTLE DOWN, FOR FIRESTAR'S SAKE!

(voices die down as everyone turns to stare at Cloudtail)

Cloudtail: Yes, as I was saying... rule two is that you may make alliances.

(Darkstripe high-fives Tigerstar, and cats start calling each other's names)

Cloudtail: Hey, SHUT UP! Geez, why did I sign up for this... None of you know who the contestants are, okay!? Your friend might be, but you won't! Get it?

(everyone turns to stare Cloudtail dead in the eye)

Cloudtail: *drops mic and walks offstage*