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The brown haired girl from District 2
Misjudged by her apperance
The pin-sharp blade
She sees as a friend
The only one she has left.
As the new rule is projected
She is dangerous as ever
One glance at her partner's fierce blue eyes
And she knows they can win.
Then the feast is announced
A smirk grows on her lips
This is her chance
To eliminate the rest.
District 12, stupid and an open target
Then she takes her chance
Lunging at the girl, knives verses arrow
She knows she can do it - She has to
But then she's weightless
Lifted from the ground
A menace threatans her, fear flooding her body
A rock his only weapon
But it's enough.
The taunts to the girl on fire give her last words
"Cato!"
Misjudged by her apperance
The pin-sharp blade
She sees as a friend
The only one she has left.
As the new rule is projected
She is dangerous as ever
One glance at her partner's fierce blue eyes
And she knows they can win.
Then the feast is announced
A smirk grows on her lips
This is her chance
To eliminate the rest.
District 12, stupid and an open target
Then she takes her chance
Lunging at the girl, knives verses arrow
She knows she can do it - She has to
But then she's weightless
Lifted from the ground
A menace threatans her, fear flooding her body
A rock his only weapon
But it's enough.
The taunts to the girl on fire give her last words
"Cato!"
Literature
Cato's Wish
I'd like to watch the arena burn
Like to watch as all the trees turn to ash.
Like to watch as the Girl on Fire
Is consumed by flames
Scorching her more than I ever could.
I want to watch my sword sink into the Gamemakers' throats,
Want to watch Clove's knife pierce through Snow's skin.
Want to watch the tributes go home, unscathed,
Though I know it's impossible.
In this tragically grey and lifeless world,
I can sometimes spot a flash of color.
Whether it be in Clove's eyes
Sparkling green and ever so true,
Or the golden sheen of the daisies at home,
Twisting and twirling in the powerful winds.
In those specks of life and beauty
Literature
Cato's Reaping
There must be some mistake. Perhaps I heard wrong. But she's stepping delicately through the crowd, head high with pride, eyes dark and beautiful, a noble in every way. She is in every way perfect. And I've never told her. Here and now, I watch her, realizing this may well be the final time we see each other.
By the time that the Capitol woman is dipping her finger tips into the bowl for the second name, I've made up my mind. This can't be the last time I see her face nor can I imagine that she won't return home. I have to be the one that doesn't come back. "Are there any volunteers?"
As others have done in past, for glory, for friends, f
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Forever Trapped: A Cato/Clove fic
I jumped when I felt his hands slide around my waist, expecting an assult by one of my fellow trainees. I spun around as to see who my attacker was. My snarl fades to a frown as I realized who it was.
"Gettin' riled up, huh, my Clovely?" His smirk was wide, stretching across his lit face, smug.
"Shut up, Cato." I grumbled, obviously embarresed. Imagine being nearly scared to death by your boyfriend, as he tried to give you a hug. I felt incredibly stupid.
"Awww, c'mon it was just a joke! You don't have to freak out on me! Besides, shouldn't you be soooo proud of me right now?"
Oh yes, he was getting to volunteer this year. I was more than
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"Cato!" ;__;