Disclaimer:This is based off of Suzanne Collins book The Hunger Games. I am not her (no matter what I wish).This is my story of how Buttercup was found. It may not be accurate, or it may not be accurate to the account of the book, if not and if it bugs you, just PM me or leave a comment. Thanks
You dont have to, but it may help you undestand this if you read She's Gone. You dont have to.
Oh, and if you dont get it, Sage is Buttercup, Sage is his given name, Buttercup is Prim's name for him.
A New Beginning
Chapter one:Lost in the Face of Danger
My name is Rhyme. My brothers are: Gatter, Chate and Sage. My mother Jamie, and my father, absent at the moment, is Chad. Gatter,Chate mom and I all have dark gray fur. Gatter's is striped with black and brown. Chate is more like my mothers, both have almost the same shade of very dark fur. I have almost-black fur. My father and Sage are the odd ones, they have an ugly orange fur, and Gatter, Sage and father all have very untidy fur, nothing can keep their fur in place.
"Enough chattering my children. You must sleep, we have a long journey tommorow," Mother told the bundle of us. We were all huddled together, trying to excape from the snow outside of our small bundle. Father is away hunting for us at the moment. He will soon return though.
"Mother, Im cold!"Sage mewed. Gatter, Chate, and I meowed our is the type of cat who speaks his mind. Mother bent her head and licked his ear.
"We all are Sage. Hush and try to sleep," Mother told us, her voice muffled by Sage's fur. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into Gatter and Chate's fur. Its not hard to fall asleep after Father gets back and gives Gatter and Chate a mouse and Sage and I one. Finally we were let out of our bundle to stretch our legs and mess around.
"Be careful, and come right back to us when you get cold! We will be building a shelter for us," Mom tells us as we scamper off into the middle of the clearing. Now, I'll admitt it, Im not that great of a fighter,so the boys normally went easy on me. Sage was the best fighter. Naturally, Gatter, Sage and Chate got into a rough play fight and I was left to bat at them occasianally.
Then it starting snowing. All four of us started pouncing, jumping twisting and curling trying to grab the fragile snowflakes with our soft-furred paws. It was the best fun we have had in a really long time! Well, not that long since we were born not two months ago...But it was fun!
"Time for sleep kittens!" Father called to us as the fire-ball went down in the sky. Mom and Dad had built a shelter out of nearby bushes and twigs and leaves, it was just big enough for four full grown cats. Thats all we needed. Father slept on the open side of the bushe and Mother on the oposite, us in the center.
A year later
It was the Cold Days again. Mother no longer huddled us, she taught us. Right now she's in the middle of a hunting lesson.
"Sage, what can you hear and smell?" She asked a very tired looking Sage.
"Uh...I hear you and I smell Gatter," Gatter's look made us purr loudly, even Mom allowed herself a small trill.
"I mean what animals as in prey can you hear and smell!"
"Oh, well I smell...dog and scared cat and hear...dogs and a scared cat..." Then Dad came rushing through the outer edges of the clearing and told Mom something in a very rushed low voice. Mother whipped her head around, a wild look in her eyes. She quickly composed herself for our sake. Her tail beckoned us forward and her and father both gathered us in a warm embrace. Then mom whispered to us to get into the bushes and run. We were not to come out of the bushes no matteer what. We did as we were told, but tensed to rush out and help.
Mother and Father turned towards the awful barking, looks of such intensity in their eyes, that the snow and trees looked as if they would melt.
"Be brave my children!" Then the dogs were upon them. I turned away with a heavy feeling in my stomach. i couldnt watch.