The Hunger Games had stolen a lot of things from Katniss that she could never get back no matter how hard she struggled to. It had changed everything in her life in ways she didn't know how to cope with them all. She wasn't living in her old house, her mother had started to change, her relationship with Gale wasn't the same as it had been, Peeta was now a normal part of her life, she didn't hunt with Gale daily anymore...

The list went on. There wasn't one aspect of her life that the Games hadn't changed.

Except maybe the cat. She still hated the cat.

But Sundays were different. Sundays were her days to pretend that life was the way it used to be. That people still depended on her hunting and not her money. That Gale and her were okay... It was a day to just be the old Katniss again. Not this... hero that people kept trying to make her out to be.

She left before Gale did, since she had all of every day to relax and Gale only had Sunday to catch up on the rest he was denied of with his line of work. So she let him sleep, leaving him things at the edge of the forest to grab before her came in to meet her.

As for Katniss. She was already deep into the forest. She had already started the day's rituals. Laying out the few traps she knew she could do and resting in on a branch high in the trees with her bows and arrows. Just waiting for the game to come by.