Blaze wouldn't necessarily call himself ugly, but he wouldn't call himself gorgeous, either. He wouldn't call himself a genius, but he wouldn't call himself stupid. He wasn't strong, but he wasn't weak... simply, Blaze was just Blaze. He was simply a brown-furred, average cat with no obvious outstanding qualities, yet was somehow incredibly popular amongst his peers in school. Not that he even attended school often, it wasn't like the Peacekeepers could just show up to his house if they didn't know where his house was. And who would find it in themselves to care about one average tom? To put it simply, Blaze knew the value of words. Of flattery, of intimidation- if you told a few cats exactly what they wanted to hear, or what they didn't- you could fish out the perfect reaction out of them. Oh, how stupid he was, not knowing about this silly little trick beforehand! All those days wasted on pickpocketing, of dedicating his entire life to his gang... to wishing that he had been reaped alongside them in the 8th hunger games, to missing them daily. Koda, Santiago, Juniper, Ren, Sunny, Harley, Axel, Porpoise. All of them were dead. DEAD. And nobody did anything about it- he should've been with them. But he wasn't. He wasn't. So, he wondered why it came as a surprise when he turned his back on the gang that he once held so closely to his heart and turned away from them completely, starting what would be considered horrible and dishonorable by The Cabochons... not that it mattered! Cuz the majority of them weren't even alive to see it. Honestly, that was their problem... Blaze raised his paw amongst the crowd of cats surrounding him, forcing a grim expression onto his face. "I volunteer." Volunteering... when his past made him value being reaped. By luck. Though, it seemed, in a sick way, the odds weren't in his favor 3 years ago. The tom swept his fluffy tail over him as a habit, stepping forward gracefully. He refused to trip over his feet, he refused to be scared, because, well- for some odd reason, he barely was. Because by raising his paw to volunteer, he knew that many would follow him. Oh, how he loved /his/ own loyal members... /his/ right cause. Yes, he had to use some questionable methods to get them to believe in him, but... ah, well, as long as the result was right! Blaze smushed down a smile at the very thought, making himself remain closed off and solemn. He'd be more agreeable this way, no? "I volunteer as tribute."
