Chapter two
Well, maybe I should go according to my own likes.
Yes! What would you like, Buttercup?
I stop and I look around. I know the perfect place for the perfect gift. Haha! Katniss will get drown tonight! I run towards a huge bush, where I know I will get just exactly what Prim deserves! They are always hiding there. As soon as I run into the bush, three enormous black rats start to run frantically, squeaking pathetically. I don't go after them. I wait until one of them stops to make sure she or he (I don't know how to make any difference, sorry) is out of danger but the others continue to run. I crouch, my tail flat on the ground. I move my bump, right-left, and left- right and then, pounce on her (or him, who cares?) and catch him under my paw. All this happens so fast, that poor primitive creature has not even realized what was happening. I want to kill my prey but instinctively, I let go. The rat tries to run but being already injured, she or he does not go fast enough and I manage to catch him effortlessly. I take all my time to examine my prey now. "Dead, but still warm and soft" I think as I poke the rat with my right paw. I am really proud of my catch. The rat is really enormous, with a black fur and red eyes. There is blood on the neck, on the spot where I gave the fatal bite. I am so proud. I would have never bothered to kill something which I had not intended to eat if it was not for my sweet Prim. I mean, usually, when I get myself tired trying to catch a prey, it is only because I am planning to make a meal out of it. However, this time is different. I did not catch it for me. I did it for Prim. I want her to know that I love her. I look at the sky. Oh yes, when the light starts to dim like this, I know I have to get back home. Prim must already be back from that school place. I take the dead rat and I hurry back home, to my Prim.
When I arrive home, Prim is in the kitchen and Katniss is busy cooking something. The mother is nowhere to be seen. I place the rat slowly and carefully near Prim's feet, and I meow proudly. I wait for her to jump out of joy, and stoke my head. Prim looks down, and seems surprised at first but then smiles at me.
"Oh my dear buttercup, what a big rat you managed to kill! What a good hunter you have become! You really are a good hunter!" she said, and I could not help but to purr as I noticed a hint of pride in her voice.
However, that horrible Katniss had another reaction.
As soon as she saw the dead rat lying on the floor, she screamed like if she had seen a wild dog trying to attack her.
"RAAATTTT!" she yelled, pointing at my catch with her ugly finger.