This takes place before any of the books, but just barely. So, this is my Hunger Games-Warriors crossover! Yay! Please review and all that stuff,

Buttercup yawned and stretched his mucky yellow fur out. He scanned the old shack for Prim, making sure she was asleep. And she was, in Katniss's bed, shaking, but she was asleep. Buttercup had to admit, it was quit hard to sleep here, in District Twelve, with all the things you know you will wake up to. The Peacekeepers. The leaving. The Starving. The worry. But still, you manage to do it, and you forge through. Buttercup glanced to Katniss, but then padded to the door. He squeezed through the hole in the wall, and trotted out of the Everdeen home.

The day was just emerging, fighting the darkness for control. He saw the crimson sky mixing with the blue color of the night, altogether making it a purple kind of color. He darted past a Peacekeeper and went to it. To the gate, or fence rather. He listened for the humming, but there was none, which meant safe.

He jumped through the fence like he did almost every morning. Except this time, when he jumped through, he went to low. His back left paw got caught in the barbed wire, going throughout the largest pad on his paw and out the top. He yowled in pain and began to examine his mitt. It was bleeding and the barbed wire poked out of his foot.

"Ow…" he mewed quietly, careful for no animal to hear. He saw that the barbed wire was still attached to the fence, so he limped over to the fence.

"How to do this?" he questioned himself, eyeing the fence making sure there was no humming. Once again, there wasn't, so he limped closer to the fence. He bared his teeth, hissed at the wire, and then bit the barbed wire on the fence off. He moved to the other side, and did the same thing. Now all he had to do was get the wire out of his foot, which wouldn't be easy.

"Hmm… nope, not poppy seeds… not poppy seeds… Sheesh! Does this place even have poppy seeds!?" mewed a voice, loudly at that. Buttercup hissed, arching his back and baring his teeth at the voice.

"Who's there?" he hissed, took around.

"Why?" the voice replied, soothingly

"Because I asked, and I am the only cat in District Twelve,"

"District Twelve?"

"Yes, this place,"

"I do not follow,"

"Come to were I can see you,"

"No,"

"What are you doing here?"

"Our Clan leader is wounded,"

"Who is that?"

"Another cat," the kitty replied, careful not to say the name,

"Show yourself,"

"I thought you'd never ask," a beautiful she-cat with dark tortoiseshell fur walked out before you. Buttercup tried to not gasp, but he failed,

"Hello,"

"Hello,"

"Who are you? I am Buttercup," he purred to the she-cat,

"Me? Oh, I am the medicine cat of Thunderclan, Spottedleaf,"

Good? Not good? I think this will have five or so chapters, because of what you discover in the next chapter. DUN DUN DUN.