Wes had been sitting on the floor before being called in, drawing invisible patterns on a clean floor for no reason in particular. It'd been forming an invisible snowman when it heard its name being called, and with a dejected look, it rose and abandoned its art project to be greeted with... an even colder room. Hey! There were axes and various targets set up, just like Wes had asked! Its eyes crinkled in happiness as it scuttled over to the axes, sparing a glance and a rapid wave at the Capitol members watching before latching onto two of the axes. It had been trying to work on its weak points during training, it swore, but axes were like extra limbs to the former lumberjack, and getting the chance to go ham with them was like finding a golden goose. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I just wanna talk anyways 'cuz it feels weird if it's all quiet," the cream feline chirped as it began to twirl one of the axes in its paw. "I actually grew up messin' around with axes a lot when I was young and couldn't chop down the big trees yet. So that's why I can spin 'em like this without choppin' my paw off!" While Wes had been talking, it had settled on a specific target, staring at it as its tongue poked out in concentration. /Pwwph./ The spinning axe soared through the air before hitting the target with a dull thud. Wes perked up when it saw the axe actually hit the target. "Oh yay! It landed!" There were, of course, still two axes to be used, so its white paw reached out to grab the axe that was still left on the table. This time, though, instead of spinning one axe, it began to juggle. "Y'know, I heard I was s'posed to show off how easy I can survive," it said slowly, brown eyes locked onto the two axes flipping between its paws, "but I think being fun about it matters just as much. Because whenever I read about former rounds, I always thought somethin' like 'oh, teaming up with people seems like a pretty solid idea!' and then I always thought 'and I think people would appreciate havin' someone to lighten the mood sometimes'!" Wes had begun fidgeting at that point, understimulated from just juggling axes. "So really, what I guess I'm tryna say is murder all the time with no fun makes for unhappiness all ways around." It did a little spin, looking around at the remaining targets and flinging the axes at them both, one at a time. When it heard the thunks of axes burrowing into targets, it did another little spin before ending with a small bow. "Thanks for lettin' me do my little party tricks, by the way!" it acccented with a wave, peering at the opening door. "The trainin' area ain't nearly as large enough to spin around and throw axes without hittin' a tribute." And then it skipped out with just as much pep as it trotted in with.
