The Mockingjay
My wings stretched out in flight,
Standing on the platform, above the audience, she raised her hands to call for silence.
My tail straight and proud.
Back erect and chin up, she did not care what anyone thought.
My lustrous feathers gleaming,
Her silky hair was tied up in her signature braid; her sleek black bodysuit was the perfect outfit to intimidate the crowd. She looked like a leader.
My bright orange beak long and sharp,
In her hand was her bow; on her back was a full quiver, arrows sharpened until it could slit skin with a single touch.
As deadly as my curved talons.
She was alert, her body tensed and ready for action. She didn't necessarily need weapons to fight.
My golden eyes bright and wise,
Though she was young, her eyes were knowing. Like she had seen things way beyond her years.
Seemingly not missing a single thing.
A grey blur was all that could be seen of her pupils as she scanned the ground quickly, looking for signs of danger.
A regal creature,
Standing on the platform, her hair in her signature braid, she didn't seem like she was too young. She looked like she knew what she was doing. She had that same passion, the flame inside of her that no one could duplicate.
I am fit to lead a rebellion.
Fire blazing in her eyes, she uttered four words that made the Capitol shiver.
"I am the mockingjay."
[A/N]: My first Hunger Games fanfic, just some random piece I threw together. At least, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review, no matter what you thought of it. Thanks!