It’s raining and cold on the day of the reaping. Naomi stands to face it. After years of working halfway underwater, the droplets slide off of her pelt. Her brother and sister huddle underneath her, the two of them small enough and her big enough for her to shield them from the damp chill. It would only be one more year before the two of them would enter for the reapings, and therefore the food that came with them. She hated to admit it, but her own portion and what she got from the market was barely enough to sustain her family. As the official began to drone on about the capitol, her mind began to wander, lingering on the empty space beside her. Father was too sick to leave again this morning, thick coughs sounding through the house as he had tried to get up from his chair with trembling legs. Miriam and Asher had talked him into staying home, and preparing their little celebratory meal for when they all made it another year. She had saved up enough all year to buy the family a cake to share. Her mouth watered at the thought. Then everything happened so fast. One moment, everything was fine, excepting the chill and the hunger in her belly. The next, both of her siblings were shouting and she was being pulled away, claws digging into her pelt. She fought, sure, but at the end of the day, she’s just not as strong as the peacekeepers, and she was set on stage along with 5 other tributes. “Now, wasn’t that a show? Tell us, who are you?” The fluffy and primped cat asked, almost as if he was talking to a child. Naomi looked out into the crowd, where fresh raindrops were landing on her siblings pelts, soaking them before her eyes. She couldn’t tell if she was thinking too fast or not thinking at all, but simply watched through her own eyes as her mouth moved. “My name is Naomi Fisher. I’m coming home soon
For THGRP Going to Make an overall project for her soon, but this for now. Art made using Nightcafe
