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I heard the whistling again, it sounded like it was... above me?
I slowly looked up, afraid of what might be above me. A sleek black bird with piercing green eyes was perched in the tree above me; it was a mockingjay. A species of bird created through accidental mating of jabberjays and mockingbirds. They have the ability to mimic a wild range of sounds produced by humans, mostly singing and whistling.
I let out a massive breath that I didn't know I had been holding in. I jumped down from the branch of the tree I was sitting in, scraping my hand in the process. And it hurt like a bitch. I quickly took the small water bottle out from my backpack and poured as little as possible water onto it. I didn't want the cut to get infected; after all, apparently most tributes die from natural causes rather then by other tributes killing them.
I began to walk away, but then realized the snare I had set last night. Hopefully I had caught something, I was starving.
A small brown rabbit with rugged fur hung from the snare I had set, the only thing keeping it from falling was its foot. The rabbit was pretty skinny, but it would at least keep me from starving to death. I untied the rabbit the rabbits foot, and stuffed the rope into my backpack.
My stomach growled loudly, once again reminding me of how hungry I was, and I decided to make a fire and eat the rabbit right there. I looked around for some small sticks.
After finding a few sticks that were the right size, and picking up a few rocks, I sat down in a semi-clear patch in the forest. I set the sticks up and began to scratch the rocks together, trying to create sparks. I scratched the rocks together over and over again, making my hands hurt. I scraped my knuckle, sending a dark crimson trickle of blood down my finger. I ignored my scrape and continued to scratch the rocks together.
A sharp burst of light cane off of the rock; I had actually made a spark!!
I smiled and continued, pacing the rocks closer to the small pile of sticks. Sparks began to come from the rocks, and fell onto the pile of sticks. Soon, a small fire was lit and I began to cook the small rabbit on it.
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I sigh loudly as I finish the remaining scraps of the rabbit. It wasn't much, but it should keep me through the day. I put out the last bits of the small fire, and discard all the unwanted parts of the rabbit I had just eaten.
I got up from the damp and dirty ground, and brushed the dirt from my pants. I began to walk in an unknown direction. Hopefully to somewhere where water would be though, I was absolutely parched.
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FanfictionSeventeen year old Finch Crossley has been chosen to participate in the 75th hunger games, and she is absolutely devastated by it. With her experience with throwing knives and survival, she thinks that she can at least make it to the top ten... unti...