My Clato HC, bare with me, I do not ship them lol. The overwhelming feeling of hunger was taking over Clove. Cato had split the last of his beef jerky with her, but the growl in her stomach told her that it hadnt been enough. She had hoped to come home a victor, that was until she found herself clinging to him every night. He would take watch and it was the only place she felt comfortable. They had grown up together, how was she supposed to kill him? She pushed her thoughts quickly away. Cato had been sitting across from her, trying to maneuver a snare, to no avail. She crawled towards him, observing the way that his hands were moving. She wrapped cracked fingers around his and began to help construct the snare. Their eyes met for a moment, and she quickly looked away.The warmth of his hand melted her chin as he pulled his face close to hers. Their lips were about to press when an announcement began to erupt the arena. The Feast She muttered quietly, looking towards Cato. His cheeks flushed slightly, as their moment came to an end. The Ginger Fangirl
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 21:33:50 +0000
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