Pupper of the Corn 🌽

The Pupper Games | Pupper Games RP

District 11.. Coal was second guessing himself.. maybe picking the scrappy runt was the wrong choice.  maybe he wasn't  the one.  It was a long night, and Coal spent it pacing a few feet from Cass & the tribute.  Every time any of the pups mad a noise, Coal rushed over to make sure they were alright.  Surviving without an official pupsitter was hard.. what if Cass was tending to the other pups and Corn slipped out of the cave?  There were so many threats to young pups.. from eagles ro coyotes, to even just wandering too far and being unable to find their way back home.  Dawn came and Pupper of the Corn 🌽 seemed to be doing even better than the day before

Day 2 survival chance increased to 46%
Day 3 survival chance increased to 53%
Day 4 survival chance increased to 60%

Meanwhile, Pupper of the Corn 🌽 approached tributes district 9's Mukovo and district 12's Pickle after seeing them sitting together beneath a tree. Cautiously, Pupper of the Corn 🌽 proposed an alliance between the three of them. Unfortunately, Mukovo and Pickle didn't like that and decided to show Pupper of the Corn 🌽 who's in charge. Pickle, the Games strongest competitor, managed to land a heavy bite on him, forcing Pupper of the Corn 🌽 to limp away bleeding. Pupper of the Corn 🌽 gained a small injury and suffered -5 HP

Day 5 survival chance increased to 67%, but he decided to propose an alliance with 2 of the strongest competitors - they were not interested in teaming up with the runt however.. 
Day 6 survival chance increased to 74%
Day 7 survival chance decreased to 59%
Day 8 survival chance increased to 66%
Day 9 survival chance decreased to 51%

Nine long days.  That's how long Pupper of the Corn 🌽 had been participating in the game of all games.. a battle between districts, reminding the wolves that ultimately, they were not in control of their own fate.  In the arena rainforest, Corn found a mossy log that had become his home.. He had drug in some leaves and herbs, burying himself in them each night to camouflage him from the predators and the other pups.  With a sign, Corn crawls inside.  The rain is beating down heavy, the soft noises soothing him.  In the middle of the hollow log, he collapses, reminiscing about his short life.

It wasn't so bad at first.. the pupsitters weren't allowed to guide the tributes and keep them out of trouble but Corn was still allowed to drink all the milk he wanted.. he could play with the other pups, keeping himself in good spirits.. but once weaned, the rules changed.  The tributes then had to fend for themselves.. usually the hunters brought back food for the packs but once the tributes entered the arena? They had to hunt on their own.  A couple of the pups had teamed up in the beginning, successfully pinning down some small game.  Corn had only eaten once since then.. when a large carcass had been set out and most of the pups had has a feast.  That was days.. maybe weeks ago.  The cannons boom every day now, signaling another pup lost.  The ice blue pup starts to drift off to sleep.. wondering if he will ever see his mama, his siblings, or even his Daddy again.

Startled awake, Corn yips softly as something comes crashing down on his head.. a rat!  Both dazed for a moment, neither moves.  Finally Corn smacks his big wolfie paw down on the rat, extending his claws to pin the rat down.  He'd never had a live meal before.  The pup waivers for a few seconds, then hunger takes over.  With one swift chomp, and a couple crunchy bites, Corn swallows the rat whole.  It wasn't much.. but it was enough to ease the hunger pains for tonight.. maybe tomorrow he could find a turtle or something?

Day 10 survival chance decreased to 36%