Chapter Thirty-Five-Losing Trust in the Kitty Cat

"That is one big fence," I say the next morning.

"Yeah," Cat agrees.

We all had woken up and decided to tackle the fence next. And that is one big fence. About ten times the size of district 12's. There's no trees high enough to loom over it so my normal fence routine is out the window.

"We could dig it out?" Maurice suggests.

"It seems like our only option," Kaliana, now having her normal mask of anger back on her face, replies.

"What with? Spoons?" Cat asks drily.

"Nope," I answer. "We're going to have to use our hands."

"Our hands?" Cat snaps.

"Good idea Primrose," Kaliana says. "Ok everyone, start digging."

Past the district 4 fence is a sandslope so if there was people walking around then they wouldn't see us. I drop to my knees and start digging away the sand with my hands. Maurice sits beside me and does the same. Kaliana looks around for a stick to draw up a plan of district 4 to calculate where the Justice Building is. Apparently she has an inside man working there and we have to meet up with him once we arrive. Cat stays where she is and just looks at us.

"Come on Cat, help," Maurice says.

"No, I'll get sand in my nails!" Cat snaps.

"Just do it Cat," Kaliana snaps back, planting her hand on Cat's shoulder and pushing her down to her knees.

"Fine, I'll do it," Cat grumbles.

"Good kitty," Kaliana grins.

"Shut up," Cat snaps.

Sure, the sand does get under your nails but it's nothing to complain about. We are working to defeat the Capitol and I sure don't want to be the one who has to explain to the rebels that the mission has failed because some sand got under my nails so I keep working. We get a good hole dug in an hour time so we take a break.

"I think you could fit through that hole," I say to Cat. "You could dig from the inside."

"No way," Cat replies sourly.

"Ok Cat, if your going to get on like this then your going to walk back to the base," Kaliana snaps.

"But I thought you needed me to guide your through the districts," Cat says, batting her eyelashes in a disgusting fashion.

"We'll find our own way round," Kaliana answers.

"Course you will," Cat answers with an eyeroll.

"Hey, why are you drawing up plans of the distirct then?" I ask. "Cat should know where the Justice Building is shouldn't she?" All eyes turn to Cat and she shrugs. "I guess I forgot to remind you about that," she says.

"Last Warning Cat," Kaliana says.

"Sure," Cat replies sarcastically.

Ever since we started on this mission my trust for Cat has been getting smaller and smaller. She's nothing like the way she was when I first met her. I think it's because she now knows she's esstential to the mission. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her. Well, from here on out I'm keeping an eye on her.

"I feel like a convict," Cat grumbles as we climb under the fence half an hour later.

"Stop complaining," I reply.

"Now how are we going to get up that?" Cat whines, pointing at the sand slope.

"By using your feet and climbing," I answer, starting up the slope.

"But it's sand!" Cat continues to complain. "I could slip and break my neck!"

"If only," Maurice, already at the top of the slope, mutters under his breath as he pulls me up beside him.

"Just go up!" Kaliana shouts, pushing her into the sand slope.

Cat groans and starts up too. She makes to big a deal out of it as she goes. Whining and moaning and slipping and sliding where it's unnessacary. She finally manages to get up high enough for Maurice to grab her hand and pull her up. Kaliana follows after that and makes it up with ease, as if it was just a piece of flat earth.

"Right," Cat grumbles, "Justice Building's this way."

We all follow Cat and look around at the same time. The district resembles an old american state called 'Califronia' that I've seen in history books back home. It's not all beaches and water, it's got sidewalks and roads and shops as well. It's absoulotely roasting and my choice of clothes aren't helping me with the heat.

The Justice Building isn't too far from the fence and we're greeted by a man at the doors.

"Welcome to District 4!" He cheers.