Hi there so this is my first fan fic, I really hope you enjoy it. I myself admit the first chapter is the worse, its just a recap to set the mood so if you read this and think its not for you please try the second and if its still as bad i accept that you cannot possibly read on.

The hunger games belongs entirely to Suzanne Collins

"You love me, Real or Not Real"

I tell him "Real"

The next morning I wake alone, I panic and search for Peeta until I hear noises coming from downstairs. Calming slightly I wander down, as I reach the kitchen the smell of bread hits me, greeting me warmly as if embracing and welcoming me.

When I walk into the kitchen Peeta peers up and smiles a dazzling smile that reaches his gorgeous blue eyes. As I go to sit he asks me how I slept,

"it wasn't tainted by nightmares as usual, although I have to admit I panicked when I couldn't find you this morning" I immediately regret this on seeing the worry that crosses his face, I hastily follow it up with "but it was your bread that saved me again" this seems to put him at ease

I confess to him "I'm thinking about going hunting later as a way to thank greasy sae for looking after me" if he has any feelings about this he keeps them hidden.

"that sounds good" he replies cheerfully "we could do with some game for tonight"

Happy with the outcome of our chat I spring upstairs, I know he worries about me being out in the woods on my own what with all its dangers and predators, but apart from in his arms its the safest I feel. I shower, dress quickly then go to grab my fathers hunting jacket, bow and sheath of arrows. Satisfied that I have everything I need I set out for the fence that runs around the outside of the meadow.

The fence is always off now and propped up with large branches. Old habits die hard so I duck and crawl lower under the fence in search for suitable game.

I stop at the apple trees close to the meadow they remind me of Rue and the orchards of district 11, since coming home there are reminders around me that always pull me up on memories some good most bad, I quickly collect some of the riper fruits the trees have to offer, they will make for a good snack along with some of the bread that Peeta baked earlier.

As I go something stirs to the left of me, all of my instincts step up as I prepare for a predator, instead out struts Buttercup, Prims cats stares at my with his rotten squash eyes and mashed in nose. Although I may have tried to drown him as a kitten I'm glad I didn't, he was one of the few comforts that has helped me since leaving the capitol, he bolts off into the trees ahead of me, my unconventional hunting partner, I swear that cat couldn't be any crazier even if we gave him, Catnip.

I'm suddenly ripped back from my hunt remembering how I got my nickname, when I used to hunt and for a short while I was followed by a lynx looking for scraps and left overs, Gale joked that I must have been like catnip to him. In a way I regret killing the lynx, he wasn't bad company. The only good outcome from his death was the price his pelt and meat fetched me, its amazing to think what people will pay for fur so they can keep warm. Just like the fur clothing that Tigris sold in her shop back in the capitol, how when we were hidden in the basement they had acted as beds and kept us comfortable, but no matter how comfortable they were we all still struggled to sleep and fought regularly against nightmares of the games. One night I remember more vividly struggling to sleep I have eavesdropped on one of Peeta and Gales conversations, the fact they were talking so calmly made me curious. They discussed who they thought I loved, who I would pick and why. Gales words haunted me for so long after "Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she cant survive without"

I snap back to reality I cant believe they thought I was so cold and that I played them so I could survive, feeling the anger and hurt coursing through my it pushed me to hunt.

In total I collected 5 rabbits and 3 wild turkeys, I didn't want to be greedy so I mentally told myself on more rabbit then I should head back.

The perfect shot is lined up straight in front of me, but before I release the arrow I notice flowers he is grazing on, Dandelions. A smile lights up my face as I think of Peeta back home, how he admitted he had always loved me and remembered me plucking a dandelion at school, our love is just like that, a dandelion in the spring, a yellow colour that brings re-birth instead of so much destruction and with that I know the present will not last and tomorrow will be kinder

I hope you all enjoyed reading this, if you did please leave a review. If you have any advice or any criticism I am very open to it, don't hold back I can take it don't worry. If I get a majority of good reviews I will upload more pre-written chapters

thanks for reading xx