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I slowly, slowly turn around. The silver she-cat glares down at me.
"Well well well? What do we have here?" She hisses.
Sliver Sun's voice takes a babyish tone,"Awww. Was poor weakling chosen for the Game? Is the kitten going to die in a few days?"
I stay ridged, my fur risen.
"Well guess what? I volunteered for Suburb 1 in the games." She says smugly, unsheathing her long, hooked claws. Those huge talons could be my end...
"S-s-stop it," stutters a voice behind Silver Sun. Her head spins around to see Rock Pelt standing a few paw steps away from her, his grey fur puffed in the wind.
She laughs. "Oh yes? And you're going to stop me?"
Rock's tail droops, his eyes embarrassed. He should never had done that for me. Weakness.
The evil cat turns back to me. "You need scrawny toms to stick up for you? Then it's true. Suburb 6 is the weakest Suburb." She spits, her green eyes bore into mine.
A small crowd of cats hear the commotions and gather around us, hoping for a fight. No no no! Why can't you wait for the Games?
Silver grins wickedly. She slowly circles me. I stand dead still, my eyes following her. Don't move. Don't move. Quicker than lighting, she dives forward a knocks me legs out from underneath me. I fall sideways and crash to the concrete ground with a heavy thud. The Solanar falls out from behind me ear and is trampled by the paws of many cats. No! That was the only thing I had of my mother! I get up and face Silver. But I can't. Five Peace Defender cats have marched out of the hidden spaces around the dens. The crowd of cats begins to disperse, not wanting to get in trouble when they see them arrive. The Peace Defenders stand between me and the District 1 cat. A young tom, apparently the leader of this group, steps forward.
"That's enough. There is no need for injury now," he directs this mostly at Silver. For such a young cat, he speaks with such confidence. He seems younger then Silver! He glances over his shoulder and looks at me for a split second. I don't know what to say to him. Thank you? Maybe not. He turns back to Silver.
"Oh come on Percy. We're just having a little fun," she says innocently. But her eyes are the eyes of a snake. And this snake wants a snack.
"Please return to your den. Both of you." The cat called Percy says firmly. All the other Peace Defenders nod.
Silver spins around and stalks off to her den, tail held high, the sun peaking through the clouds and glistening off her fur. She's muttering "These Peace Defenders. Always taking the fun out of the Games..." She is met by a brown and silver tom with big paws who is obviously from her Suburb as well.
I slowly start walking back to my den, my fur burning with embarrassment. Im being so weak! I could have fought! I was pathetic! As I walk, I stop and try to find the remains of the Solanar. Maybe I could retrieve it and try to brighten it again. I look around but can't see it anywhere. It can't just have disappeared.
"You need this?" Meows Percy. He's standing behind me, the drooping flower in his jaws.
"Uh...yes." Why has he got that?
He drops it to the floor and pushes it towards me with one paw. I give him a suspicious look but I bend down and pick it up with my teeth, the juices dripping out of the stem. This is just perfect. I've been here for two minutes and already made enemies and a Peace Defender who sticks up for me. Now what's it going to be like in the arena? All the other tributes must have seen what I looked like when challenged to a fight. I'm going to be the first one dead. I just know it. And Percy has just helped at my weak appearance. A poor, helpless kitten who can't defend herself. I have no chance in these Games. I have no training, no skill, nothing.
I look up to see Percy is gone. Disappeared in the wind I guess. He probably can't be seen with a tribute. Not good for status. And I'm not going to complain.
So I trudge back to my den, head hung. Later on will be the Tributes parade. It feels like they just want to make you feel worse about the mess your in when they display you too all of Pancat in some ridiculous get-up. Cats aren't meant to be covered in stuff like people are! This is the way nature designed us to be! Besides, my designer's probably going to get me into some foul material or fur-paint. I've never actually seen the Suburb 6 designer so I can't say much. I just hope that yellow and pink stripes aren't in right now.
I slump down on the floor of the den. The 'door' swings shut behind me, blocking me off from Suburb 1. The materials on the floor are scratchy and much more fancier then the cardboard I used to sleep on. I would give anything to be back in my den. It doesn't feel right on these fabrics. I shift into a more comfortable positions on my back and stare up at the roof. What have I done. I have accomplished nothing in my life and it's going to stay that way. I'm going to die.
I feel cold and alone, no one beside me. I try to recall my mother in my mind. Her sweet gentle meow, her soft fur, her deep amber eyes. I've only been away for a few hours and the first thing I remember of her is an old lullabye she used to sing to me when I was younger to help me fall asleep through hard times. It was beautiful although I'm not entirely sure what it means.
I close my eyes and slowly, silently start singing it to myself in the way my mother would. Although I could never compare to her voice: (Please read this song ;). The tune is the tiniest bit similar to 'Deep in the Meadow)
"Far from the wild
Un-der the city lights
Live felines of all kind
Their eyes so bright
We come together
All along
As our voices rise
In this joy-ful song
Close your eyes and rests
Let your mind be at peace
Un-til the time, the sun does set
Far from the noise
Un-der the shining moon
T'wards the sun
You will be soon
We come together
All along
Our voices are rising
In this joy-ful song
Close your eyes and rests
Let your mind be at peace
Un-til the time the moon does set
Far from the lights
Un-der the sparkling stars
Where cats of every breed
Forgotten are their scars
We come together
All as one
Our voices have risen
To this joy-ful song
Close your eyes and rests
Let your mind be at peace
Un-til the time the dark does set..."
I trail off as I slowly fall asleep, the echoing sounds of my mothers voice traveling in my mind. The dark does set...