I hope you liked Songbird. Here are the other two Tribute main characters, both from district 12. Neither have a Katniss attitude. If one of the three of them won as victor, which do you think it would be? Anyways, hope you like it!
Catfang D7 age 15
I always admired the victors of the previous hunger games. Their strengths and their bravery and their ability to survive when everything they knew was at stake. But I never imagined fighting to become one of them. And so the odds aren't in my favor as I sit here, in the justice building, watching through narrowed eyes as my two older sisters laugh at me. They think that it's amusing. "And nobody volunteered for you! HA! Not even your girlfriend", Helena teases. And no. Zoe is not my girlfriend. She is a girl and she is a friend, but don't dare put those two words together. I bite back at her. "That's because she's a girl! Girls can't volunteer for boys", I growl. Pepper, Helena's twin nudges her. "The peacekeeper is staring", she whispers. I roll my eyes as they get up and wave goodbye to me. "Good luck, brother!", Helena calls. Pepper giggles. "And may the odds be ever in your favor", she cackles.
I sigh and rest my head in my hands. My head feels dizzy. My palms are sweaty and my heart is thumping.
Then the door opens.
"Catfang?" My head shoots back up and Zoe's standing there. She's crying and she runs forward. Zoe hugs me and says goodbye. "I'm sorry. There are twenty three others. Just try to win okay?", Zoe said. She smiled and turned around. "Good luck", and she's gone, her black ponytail disappearing through the doorway. And then I'm alone. I don't feel any different. Scared and alone, wondering how I'm going to die, because I know I will.
Falconess D7 age 16
We sit at the table on the train. I'm staring at the walls. They're red. Not dark red, just red. Somebody once told me that the color red can make you hungry, but that's not true. I look at the feast on the table and I can't eat. I know it's more food than I get in a week, but I just can't eat. I'm not hungry. I'm going to die, anyways. I look across from me, and the boy tribute (his name is funny and I forget what it is), is eating like a pig. "This is really good", he announces, then frowns. "What is it?". Our mentor, Ophelia, shrugs. "Dunno", she admits. I like Ophelia as a mentor. She calms me, the way she cheers me on already. "So the best thing is not to make a fire at night. Know why?", Ophelia says. I shake my head. I thought fires were good. They keep you warm, right? I look at my district partner. He looks at me for answers and I know he knows nothing. Ophelia notices this and fills in for us. "Attention. You don't want that. The light of the fire can be visible for about a mile unless you're in the woods. I learned that the hard way", she said, brunette ponytail bobbing up and down as she switches gazes between the two of us. "Is it okay to light a fire during the day?", Ophelia asked us, this time expecting answers, even if we had to guess. "Yes", I say at the same time my district partner says no. Ophelia giggles and shakes her head. "You know what? Forget what I said earlier. It really depends on where you are. You just have to be smart". I'm confused. I look at the boy across from me and his eye is twitching. I look back at my mentor, suddenly unsure. She laughs to herself. "Silly me", and she stabs a piece of meat, then looks up at us. "What?".
Songbird D11 age 18
My mentor is quiet. He was a vicious tribute when he was in the games. I specifically liked him as a victor, but now he's my mentor, and he isn't saying a word to either me, or the annoying green eyed snake who's mother calls him 'Storm'. He's also sitting across from me. "So aren't you going to give us some tips?", Storm asks. Cottonwood shakes his head. "Not unless you eat first", he says. Storm looks annoyed, but Cottonwood was directing that at me. I'm the one not eating. "I'm not hungry", I reply. "Every tribute isn't hungry but every tribute has to eat", Cottonwood replies with a grunt as a grape slips through his fingers and lands back on the plate. I find it amusing as my mentor fumbles for his grape, and it ends up on the ground next to my foot. I don't laugh, though. I reach down and grab it, holding it firmly in my fist. Then I sit back up and unfurl my fingers, the grape in the middle of my palm. Storm snorts. "So what do you suggest I start with?", I ask Cottonwood. My mentor scans the table for what he thinks suits me. "That over there", he says, pointing to a loaf of bread. "It's satisfying enough for someone who isn't hungry", he explained. Again, Storm snorts as I throw the grape into the trash and reach over to cut a slice of bread. I can tell that Cottonwood is glaring at Storm. I smile to myself and glance over at the two. They look at me and I think this is the first time they saw me smile. My smile vanishes at this thought and it's replaced with a frown. The bread is hard to cut.
Falconess D7 age 16
I don't trust Ophelia to give me good tips on how to survive anymore. We reached the Capital and I still haven't eaten anything. I could see the worried looks on Ophelia's and my district partner's faces. I'm looking out the window, occasionally giving the people outside a small smile. They wave at me and smile back and it makes me feel like I'm wanted. I know, though, that they just want me to fight to the death. It's not real. It's not fair.
Catfang D7 age 15
Ophelia – my mentor – is weird. She's funny, though, and gives me hope. Meanwhile I watch Falconess leaning against the window of the train, arms crossed in front of her. She looks sad, and I want to do the same, to show Ophelia that I'm actually sad, but I have to stay strong and just listen to what she has to say, because I know that she's been through it all, and she's survived. So I sit there, and I listen to her telling me her stories about the Hunger Games she participated in. She doesn't laugh this time. She doesn't smile, but she doesn't let her face grow shadowed or grim like Zoe did.
Songbird D11 age 18
We've reached the capital. I ended up eating a full loaf of bread during lunch, and now I'm sitting down with a stomachache because I ate too fast. Storm is standing by the window, smiling at the Capital people. He's trying to get sponsors. Lucky him. I think he's succeeding. Cottonwood sits next to me, humming to an unknown tune. I turn to him with difficulty, my stomach turning with pain. "What do you do in a fire?", I asked him. He looks at me, startled. "Run", he suggests. I nod and continue to glare at Storm. "Do you think he's going to win?", I ask Cottonwood. I watch him as he studies Storm. Then he leans in and whispers to me, "No". My eyes widen. "How do you know?", I ask him. "Oh I don't, but having been a mentor for twenty years makes me understand what's a weak tribute or a strong tribute", he explains in a hushed voice so that Storm can't hear.
I fall asleep on the couch and I dream about Willy until Storm wakes me up and we're ready to go.