Damon leaned against the wall waiting for Sundew to call him up to stage. The grey tom’s fur itched with gold glitter. And his head was heavy with fake horns to remind the crowd of him as the tribute that called him self a mutt. The tempest mutt stag. Sundew looked to their crowd with a delighted smilie gracing their lips. “To call out our next tribute! Damon Of District 7!” Damon took that as his call. The tom stalked in imitating how he moved in the parade, his legs again painted as trees once more. Sundew watched in awe as did the crowd. Damon looked at the plants that surrounded sundew. And he chose to sit beside Stewart. The large Venus flytrap. He stared for a moment and the plant did the same. Then he looked at the crowd. Sundew grinned “well well well! Look at this frightening tribute! You must be the one who was a mutt for the parade!” They said looking to the crowd. They nodded and grinned with glee to see him. He watched his eyes creeping over the crowd. “Tis it is me,” he said. Looking to Sundew the interviewer looked at their cards “ I say we start with our first question! Damon how are you finding training?” They asked sitting on the edge of their chair. Damon grinned at the crowd “it’s delightful, truly I enjoy ripping holograms to pieces with my spear or even my claws.” Damon meowed evenly. The crowd gasped and Sundew grinned “We have a fighter!” They said in glee “And spears? Why what a interesting weapon choice!” They looked at the crowd “Yes its long distance and easy to keep your opponent away from you.” Damon commented Sundew nodded “you are from district 7, so have you any allies from your home?” They asked. Damon’s tail flicked “Well I know the tributes from my district but I am not allied with any of them. I don’t actually have any allies.” He said looking to the crowd. Sundew gasped “why is that?” “Well you see it will be easier to um, take them out.” Damon said waving his paw as if he was trying to find the right words. Sundew nodded and the crowd absorbed his words like he was truly important. Damon grinned wanting to make them uncomfortable. Sundew looked at him wanting to move away from the subject. Damon glanced at the flytrap beside him the thing looked at him as if to want to eat him, Damon blinked and looked away. Sundew watched then looked at their cards “one more question for you Demon, I mean Damon! Haha silly me,” they looked at the crowd but Damon’s gaze snapped to them his ears flattening “well what’s your question, sundip…. Oh I mean sundew!” The crowd giggled and sundew looked at him with a grin but their eyes lit of fire. Damon grinned back “well Damon is their anyone that is cheering for you at home?” They asked if as if they read into his home life. Damon’s grin faded and he looked to the crowd “no, both my mother and father are dead” he said as his eyes looked through the crowd landing on one cat, his father. “That’s all of our time! Thank you Damon for your time!” Sundew said wanting him to get off of the stage. Damon sat paralyzed for a moment his eyes locked on his fathers. Then he snapped out of it when the buzzard rang. He grinned again at the crowd getting up “thank you sundew! And don’t forget the mut of district 7! Damon!” He bowed and strode off stage. His mind still buzzed with questions. How did his father get here? ((((End))))
