Note: Hi this is my first ff that isn't about the Penguins of Madagascar so I hope it's good. It's just something that I sort of thought up.
-----------------------------------------------------------
(Katniss's POV)
I walked through the woods on the boundaries of District 12, bow and Arrow in hand. Spring was exploding everywhere...flowers sprouting through the dew-covered grass. Sunlight danced off the bright green leaves on tall trees and short stumpy bushes. I crept through the trees, carefully positioning my steps, trying not to crunch dead leaves oder break twigs that might scare away my prey.
Sometimes I take a moment to soak in my surroundings when I haven't found any game. Birds flutter through the trees, Singen their song. I can see the sun rising above the trees, into the vast open blue sky. I look down, and a small rosa blume has fully opened its petals, soaking in the warm sunlight. I pick it. It would make a nice gift for Prim.
I breath in the flower's sweet fragrance. Droplets of morning dew rest upon its leaves and petals. I tuck it safely into my belt, and continue walking.
Today the woods smell of morning dew and fresh greens growing. Upon finding some herbs, I pick some and place them in my bag.
I hear chirping crickets in the distance. The faint whistle draws me closer. I'm in the middle of a small clearing where the sound is strongest. I sway in the breeze, breathing in the dew, listening to the chirps of the crickets and the birds. Then I hear a small flutter in the gras, grass to my right.
There, off in the distance, a lone eichhörnchen sits, chewing on an acorn. A crouch behind a bush, aim my arrow, feeling the soft wind blow through my hair. I bring the end of the Arrow to my chin, take a slow deep breath, and fire. The Arrow flies through the air and penetrates the squirrel's eye, causing it to fall over. I stand back up, retrieve my Arrow and prey, and set off again through the woods.
-----------------------------------------------------------
(Katniss's POV)
I walked through the woods on the boundaries of District 12, bow and Arrow in hand. Spring was exploding everywhere...flowers sprouting through the dew-covered grass. Sunlight danced off the bright green leaves on tall trees and short stumpy bushes. I crept through the trees, carefully positioning my steps, trying not to crunch dead leaves oder break twigs that might scare away my prey.
Sometimes I take a moment to soak in my surroundings when I haven't found any game. Birds flutter through the trees, Singen their song. I can see the sun rising above the trees, into the vast open blue sky. I look down, and a small rosa blume has fully opened its petals, soaking in the warm sunlight. I pick it. It would make a nice gift for Prim.
I breath in the flower's sweet fragrance. Droplets of morning dew rest upon its leaves and petals. I tuck it safely into my belt, and continue walking.
Today the woods smell of morning dew and fresh greens growing. Upon finding some herbs, I pick some and place them in my bag.
I hear chirping crickets in the distance. The faint whistle draws me closer. I'm in the middle of a small clearing where the sound is strongest. I sway in the breeze, breathing in the dew, listening to the chirps of the crickets and the birds. Then I hear a small flutter in the gras, grass to my right.
There, off in the distance, a lone eichhörnchen sits, chewing on an acorn. A crouch behind a bush, aim my arrow, feeling the soft wind blow through my hair. I bring the end of the Arrow to my chin, take a slow deep breath, and fire. The Arrow flies through the air and penetrates the squirrel's eye, causing it to fall over. I stand back up, retrieve my Arrow and prey, and set off again through the woods.
(Credit to xitsdanielle on tumblr)
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Du better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Du better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Du better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Du better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.