The thirteen year old transgender molly of creamy pink shades stood in one of the lines of cats between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Admittedly, ae never expected to be reaped. It was such a small chance. She glanced around the area, at the peacekeepers and her siblings. They were more likely to be reaped. They were older, and had been caught more than her. Then the reaper walked over to a fishbowl. They pulled out a name. A name that would die in the arena. The knowledge of that made her quietly squeeze her plush. Chrysanthemum, the agender bunny with beady red eyes. “Sunny Flint.” Ae couldn’t believe it. Everything blurred in the young cat’s brain. The cats around her moved. And she moved, too. Forward. One step at a time. One. Step. At. A. Time. She stood at the front, tears budding it aer eyes. The rabbit was still in aer clutches- surprisingly. And she wouldn’t let go no matter what.
