Susan Collins. Mockingjay (№ 172569)

On the third night, during our game, I find the answer to a question that is consuming me. "Wild Cat" was a metaphor for my situation. Buttercup is me. Pete is someone I want so badly to protect is the light from a flashlight. While Buttercup seems that he still has a chance to grab the clutches of the elusive ray, he is aggressive and rears (just like me, since you left the arena, leaving Peeta alive). When the beam goes out completely, Buttercup at the time upset and lost, but quickly recovers and grabs something else (this is what will happen if Pete dies). But one thing that introduces Buttercup to a screeching halt is when I direct the torch high on the wall where he simply can't get it and even bounce. He rushes along the wall, yelling, and nothing can neither be comforted or distracted. And in this state he remains until, until I turn off the flashlight (that's what it tries to do things with me snow, but I don't know what shape his game).