Heather woke up to Kitty meowing loudly in her ear. Groaning, she turned over, only to get a face full of fur. Seeing that her mistress was awake, Kitty climbed down the bed, and scampered off to find breakfast. Reluctantly, Heather sat up in bed, eyes squinting under the bright sunlight pouring in through her window.

Sighing, she dragged herself out of bed and down the stairs to the living room. Her stomach growled loudly despite last night’s substantial feast. Her mother smiled from where she sat reading on the couch, before pointing towards the metallic hole in the wall. She grimaced. Heather considered not getting her schedule just to spite Coin, but then she remembered that Coin was not above punishing misbehaving Victors. Grudgingly, she stuck her wrist in and waited impatiently as her schedule was inked onto her body.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she looked over her schedule. To her annoyance, it seemed that she was going to be interviewed by Caesar Flickerman tonight.

With Cepheus Dayne, no less.

She scowled, before reaching for her mom’s home-made bread. It was dark, crescent-shaped and sprinkled with seeds- just like the ones from home. The familiar savoury taste warmed her heart, lifting her mood a little. Unfortunately, she was still miffed that she had to be interviewed by Caesar again. Especially the day right after the Victor Party. She didn’t understand why Coin still wanted her to be interviewed. It wasn’t like she had anything to say. Still, disobeying Coin wasn’t exactly an option. The repercussions were not appealing, to say the least.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, she thought of the other person that would be at the interview. Cepheus Dayne… He was an alright dude, as long as he didn’t try to hit on her. Maybe having him as an interview buddy wouldn’t be too bad; he could do all the talking for her.

As she finished her bread, Kitty sauntered into the kitchen and began meowing impatiently, tapping incessantly at Heather’s feet. She smiled affectionately at her.

Kitty was a… rather weird cat. Unlike most cats, she liked going out of the house and running about the neighbourhood.

She whistled a simple two-note tune, the signal that they were going out for a walk. Kitty immediately turned and rushed out the front door. Grabbing a bottle of water, Heather chased after Kitty before the inquisitive cat could get herself into trouble.

They strolled down the main road leisurely, Kitty running forwards occasionally to inspect things along the road. A dead leaf, a fallen flower, a shiny wrapper. She pawed through them deliberately, before moving on to the next piece of trash. As they passed by a big mansion, Kitty perked up as a tall figure exited the building. Kitty hissed ferociously before pouncing after the one and only Cepheus Dayne. Heather barely managed to hold her back before she could claw his eyes out.