Finding Beauty
Disclaimer - I don't own the Hunger Games, and this is a sad thing
Katniss took advantage of the carnage at the cornucopia to slow her movement and to sit on an exposed tree root. As she looked around, the primal part of her brain screamed at her to keep running, find shelter, but she didn't listen to it. She was too busy looking around at her surroundings; the forest was beautiful, regardless of its intended use. One thing caught Katniss's eye that reminded her of home, a butterfly the color of midnight. Carefully, she moved her hand toward the creature, hoping not to disturb it. Katniss was rewarded with the intrinsic trust the butterfly seemed to hand her as the butterfly clung to an index finger, staying there for a few seconds. Moments later it left gracefully as if to say "good luck". Katniss immediately felt the loss of such a friendly creature, and dread filled her heart. She continued to look around though, trying to drown the panic out of her addled brain. The next thing that caught her attention was the beauty of the trees. They were pure, for now, and emitted a feeling of protection and calm.
Katniss then moved her attention to the pack she had come away with during her flight from the carnage. It held a length of rope, useful for climbing and securing herself when sleeping, and a thin sleeping bag. The water bottle the pack contained was woefully empty, but the food was a welcome surprise. As Katniss gathered her meager belongings, she took a last fleeting look at the trees, the sun, and the clouds. She stood up on shaky legs, secured the pack on her shoulders, and set off to find a good tree to spend the night in.
As Katniss traversed her way to a safe spot away from the other tributes, the only thing on her mind was how peaceful the woods were, and that this state of being would not last very long.