Cato and Clove
Clove:
My eyes smiled as the sun poured into my skin. Life was perfect, tomorrow was the reaping, and Cato and I would be the ones to go to become victors. Well, at least one of us would be crowned. I held my knives closely in my jacket, as I swiftly skipped through the city in District 2. It was midafternoon and I was getting ready to go practice with Cato for the games. I made my way through dark alleys, and bright meadows until I arrived at the place where Cato and I always met; the ridge. It was a little river with a waterfall hidden behind a valley of rocks. Cato was already there using his sword to battle a tree, for a few seconds I stayed behind to watch him practice, then he turned and his eyes locked on mine. He let a big smile rise across his face while he nodded for me to come over. I shook my head, while a smile of my own grew across my face and in a brief second he began running at me with his sword. As though it were a second instinct I pulled my toughest blade out from my jacket and threw it at his head, he quickly dodged the knife and fell on the ground into a somersault where he then landed by my feet. He held out his sword to cut my ankles but I jumped into the air and landed surely on my feet with a flip, then grabbed my smallest blade and threw it at the ground where he was perched. He once again tried to move away from it, but it left a small cut on the right side of his left arm. He looked up from the gash and smiled at me, I had won this battle. It was always a tie between us, most times Cato would win in a hand to hand combat fight, but I always won when it came to a sneak attack. Let's just say I was skilled with knives.
He picked the knife up from the ground and threw it lightly for me to catch, the other knife had been buried in the side of a tree. I walked to the water and cleaned off my knives, then stuck them back into my jacket. Cato just sat there, pleased with me, and I had to say I was proud of myself too.