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She's Gone
Chapter 2: Animals will be mean
Sunlight shown onto my face, waking me up from my blissful dream. I was reunited with Prim and we were playing in the meadow.
No, I mustn't think like that… yet. I scolded myself. But I couldn't make my
mind stay in one place, it wondered from the time…Katniss… found me and
threatened to drown me to when Prim told me she would see me soon but, she
had to go on an important mission. The thought of…Katniss…made me want to
hiss. I hate that girl with all my strength. And heart.
Buttercup! Get a hold of yourself! I scolded myself for the second time. I must
focus on the journey ahead of me. I yawned and stretched as I got up and
walked out of my cave.
Mouse! Yum! With my nose on the ground, I stalked towards the mouse in the
bushes. He luckily was nibbling on a nut, so he didn't notice me. Lunging
unseen, I bit intoand the sweet taste flooded my mouth.
The twigs stabbed my feet, causing pain I had once known as a normal thing. I
had been so pampered by Prim, she made sure I didn't get hurt, that I had
forgotten what it felt like to be in pain. I used to think nothing could be worse
than stepping on sharp rocks, sticks and thorns basically rubbing your paws
raw, but I now know that not knowing where Prim was is worse.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself! She is just at home and…Katniss…won't let her
come back for me. Yes, it is all that evil cat-killer's fault! It reassured me to
think like that.
"Where do you think you are going, cat?" asked a menacing voice somewhere
around me. I executed my signature move. Turning around hissing, I saw a
wild dog.
"Oooh, a feisty one! I like those! Stay back," He commanded to the rest of his
pack, just now emerging from the bushes. I instantly regretted the hissing, but
then remembered they were just stupid, idiotic, rabid, back-biting,
cowardly…wait, where was I going with this?
"Pack Leader, can we attack it?" Asked the smallest wolf, teeth bared and a
growl rumbling in his throat. Pack Leader snarled some obscene things at the
wolf he called "Rookie". Rookie shrunk back a little in the bushes, head down.
"I will give you until sunset to get out of my territory or you will pay, with
your life!" Pack Leader growled getting so close I could smell his disgusting
breath.
"You need a mint, you mangy-furred ungrateful, self-centered MUTT!" I hissed
at the top of my lungs.
"If you keep that up, you won't just SOUND like a dying cat!" He barked at me
With a menacing growl, that wasn't very menacing.
"That does it. YOU DON'T MESS WITH BUTTERCUP OR BUTTERCUP WILL
MESS YOU UP!" I yowled at a very startled Pack Leader.
"Buttercup? THAT'S your name? SOOOOO scary!" He regained his composure
very quickly, though his minions slinked quietly into the bushes. That mutt is
going to PAY! I ran up the nearest tree, having a little trouble at climbing to
the first branch. Once high enough, I unsheathed , my sharp claws. Once the
branch on its last vein, I jumped on it. The bee hive, along with the branch,
and me, came tumbling down onto the mutts. I hooked a branch near the
middle, but the mutts didn't get away so easily. They fled the clearing in a
yelping rush.
I jumped to the nearest branch on another tree, reluctant to touch the ground,
In fear of bee stings. I continue doing this until I can no longer hear the angry
buzzing of the swarm. Then I went on further. I hate bees. When the trees
started thinning out, I jumped to the ground. For some strange reason, this
clearing seemed very familiar.
I curled up in my nest of dry leaves and fell asleep. My dream was a jumble of
confusing images that felt like memories.
Dark gray fur surrounded me, it was cold but the fur was warm. I could feel
three other jumbles of smaller, but warm dark gray fur. I stood out with my
yellow fur. The big warmth said something, but I couldn't make out what it
said. The voice was female. Outside our tight bundle, it was snowing. These
fur balls felt like family too me, like we were very close. I mumbled something
that brought agreeing tones from the small gray ones. One was female, the
other two were male. The big one shushed us quickly, saying something in a
muffled tone, as she turned to find something.
I was whipped into another sudden barrage of images as I switched dreams. The
same cats surrounded me, but they were bigger, and so was I. The big cat was
there too, but she was leading us instead of huddling around us. Her voice rang
around the clearing, teaching us something that I couldn't quite catch. It was
just starting to snow when a cat burst into the clearing, looking very panicked.
The cat had fur that looked exactly like mine. When it spoke, it had a deep male
voice and its words were low and rushed. The big she-cat looked around wildly,
but then steadied herself with a glance at me and the other three. Sweeping her
tail around us, she pushed us into a bush then went back in the clearing and
faced the direction the tom cat had burst out of. The yellow tom cat was at her
side, his eyes glowing with an intensity the trees seemed to shy away and the
snow looked as if it wanted to melt. Then the barking came. A whole pack of wild
dogs burst into the clearing, and I knew the cats had no chance, whatsoever.
My heart was filled with grief and I howled it out all night, crying to the moon, to
the snow, to the trees and everything else, in sight or not. As the sun rose, I
realized I was alone. A young girl came and picked me up in a bag. She had gray
eyes, black hair and was very rough with me. I didn't have the heart to meow her
out. She brought me to a warm place, and dropped me on the table. She shouted
something to the other people in the warm place. Little footsteps came rushing
down something that sounded like stairs. The little girl, even younger than the
rough one, opened the bag and gazed down at me with loving eyes. She had
beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. She disappeared to say something to
the bigger one. The bigger one said something to the blue eyed girl and the blue-
eyed girl started pouting. The bigger one said something on a very final voice,
and the pouting girl started screaming. The rough one picked up my bag and
ran out into the blistering cold, with the shouting one chasing her. Soon, I heard
water, and it kept getting louder and louder then the bottom of my bag got very
damp. The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs and the big one gave in and
handed me to her.
I jolted awake with sudden realization. The cats I was with were my
littermates, Rose, Chate, Rhyme, and Gatter, my mother, Janie, and my yellow-
furred father, Chad. My mother and father died trying to keep away the dogs
and my littermates ran away after that. The clearing was where all that
happened. The young girl with the gray eyes is Katniss. She tried to drown me,
but was stopped by her little blue-eyed sister. I was rescued by that very little
sister. I was loved and nutured and cared for by that very little sister. I became
part of their family because of my little Primrose Everdeen.
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