Chapter 1

Congratulations, reader. You've just opened up my first crossover! All cats here are human with human names, and have districts based on their personality. Remember, in order for me to be encouraged to update, I have to get reviews. Hmm... let's say... 5 reviews to update. Yeah, that should be enough. Happy Hunger Games!

And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Holly slowly pushed the cotton covers off her slim body, stretching her arms in the air. She yawned, straightening her black nightgown.

"C'mon, Jay-jay, time to wake." Holly lightly pushed Jay's shoulder a few times. The light-haired boy groaned.

"What time is it?" He yawned, ruffling his hair.

"6:00." Holly looked at the rusty clock plastered to the wall.

"Only six?!" Jay snapped, falling back in his bed. "I never wake this early!"

"Oh come one!" Holly whined. "This is the first time this year you'll be in front of the whole district; I need you to look good!"

Jay's eyes widened. "I-," he stuttered. "The Reaping?"

"Yes!" Holly snapped. "We'll be in front of all the other 14 year olds, and I want to look my best!"

"Knock it off, Holly!" Leo shouted, tossing a pillow at Holly.

"Leo!" Holly shrieked. She jumped up and tackled her twin brother. He chortled, laughing as he flung Holly off of him.

"Give it up Holly!" Jay sighed. "You're not getting us up a six in the morning!"

"You boys are so stupid!" Holly pouted. "Don't you want to look good in front of everyone?"

"No." Leo and Jay said at the same time. Holly groaned.

"Fine, but when you two get teased for looking like hobos, it's your fault." Holly crossed her arms and walked away.

Leo laughed, slipping his thin blankets off of him. "Race you to the Pear Tree." Jay jumped into the air quick as a flash and raced out of the window. Leo ran just as fast.

"I win." Jay panted.

"No, you lose." Leo said from the other side of the tree. "I was here first."

"Well, can't argue with sight." Jay grumbled. He slipped his hand off of the tree, and started walking.

"Where are you going?" Leo shouted.

"To see Bree and Blaise!" Jay shouted.

"Okay! Tell Bree I said hi!"

"Got it!" Jay shouted, and started running towards an old shack.

The shack was a store for weapons and food. Mainly for food, but a few weapons were hung here and there. Jay grabbed an apple and ran.

"Bree!" He shouted.

"Right here!" A shape swung from a tree and landed on her rump next to Jay. She yanked a rope and two crutches rained down. One landed in her hand, the other in another boy's hand.

"Blaise!" Bree smiled.

"Jay!" Blaise frowned. "What are you doing here so early?"

"Holly made me wake up early for the Reaping." Jay grumbled. "She wanted to make me look like a 'gentleman'."

"Since when are you one of those?" Bree teased. All three of them laughed.

"My sister's making Tyler and I wear these two ties she found in the dump." Blaise frowned.

"Lucky." Bree snorted. "My mother's making me wear her old black strapless dress. Unlike the one I wore last year."

"I bet Jay'll like you in that one." Blaise laughed.

"I can't see, dumbass." Jay said straightly. Bree face-palmed.

"Bree!" A girl shouted above the. Bree rolled her eyes.

"Blossy wants me." Bree groaned. "Hand me my crutches. I'll see you later."

"BREE!"

"I'm coming dammit!" Bree screamed. She snatched the crutches in one hand, and latched onto the branch above her, flinging herself with just her hand. She pulled herself up, her lifeless leg dangling in the air.

"Well, I'll go too before Mom misses me." Blaise said, waving good-bye, then stopped. "Bye."

"See you at the Reaping." Jay waved. "Happy Hunger Games."

"May the odds be ever in your favor." Blaise mimicked the strange accent Capitol people had, then started running away.

Jay leapt to his feet and ran back to his home.

"Oh my god Jay!" Holly screeched just as he walked through the door. "The Reaping is in an hour and we need to get you dressed!"

"I'm already dressed!" Jay yelled back. Holly snatched the back of his shirt and tugged him towards a room.

"Your clothes are in there. Get dressed!" Holly slammed the door. Jay ripped his musty shirt off and felt around, until the touch of soft fabric brushed his finger tips. He grasped the article in his hand and slipped it over his head. Feeling around, he grasped the knob on the door and pushed it open.

"You look like a dork!" Leo laughed. He was lucky; he looked very handsome in his slacks and top. Meanwhile, Jay's clothes looked very large on his skimpy body.

"Give him a break, Leo!" Scarlet, their step-mother shouted. Their step-dad, Braden, sniggered. Scarlet smacked him on the shoulder.

"He's doing the best he can!" Holly yelled from Scarlet and Braden's room.

"I don't need to be fussed over, dammit!" Jay shouted. He stomped out of the door. "I'm going!"

"Wait!" Holly shrieked. "Don't go! Your hair still needs to be combed!"

"I don't give a damn about my hair!" Jay yelled back.

"Jayson Fittsberg Featherbern, you get here right now!" Scarlet screamed. "The Capitol sees to us as Peacekeepers to make sure everyone is in an orderly fashion and that includes people's clothing! Get your hair combed NOW!" Braden laughed at his fuming wife, until she whipped around, her auburn hair streaming around her face like fire. "You!" Scarlet's eyes narrowed towards the tan man.

"M-, me?" He gulped. Leo cackled at the fear in his step-dad's eyes.

"Get those kids in line before I do so." She hissed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and stomping away.

Braden sighed, sitting down on the couch and rubbing his temples. He muttered something about the Hunger Games and Scarlet, but Jay couldn't make it out.

"Dad," Leo paused. Braden sat up.

"Yes?"

"Why is Mom so mean?"

Braden sighed, slouching back. "You're still too young."

"That's what you tell me every time!" Leo whined. "I wanna know!"

"If you keep whining I'll never tell you!" Braden snapped.

"Fine." Leo sniffed.

"Good." Braden sighed, sitting back on the couch and pulling an old book out of his leather coat.

"I guess I'll never know." Leo sighed. He grabbed his wool coat and walked out the door.

Leo grabbed a knife he stole from the weapon's store and chucked it at a target, landing it exactly on crudely-drawn heart. He'd been practicing for a while, he'd never know if he was reaped. It could be any time.

He grasped the handle and yanked it out of the target. Leo was about to throw it again when a soft voice interrupted him.

"Practicing for the Hunger Games, eh?"

"Chloe." Leo breathed. He ran towards her and hugged her tightly. "I missed you."

"It wasn't that long!" Chloe protested. "Only a month!"

"I know!" Leo smiled. "But every month seems long here!"

"I wish this place had something more to it." Chloe sighed. "The Capitol is better compared to this place."

"The Capitol," Leo shook his head. "Everything wrong in Panem starts with the Capitol."

"The Capitol wasn't all that bad." Chloe shrugged. "I even got my hair dyed pink."

Leo pulled his arms back and looked straight at Chloe. She did get her hair dyed pink. It was a darker pink, but still vibrant.

"You do know people will scorn you for that." Leo frowned.

"Yeah..." Chloe sighed. "But hey, at least I'll be different than the other girls."

A very loud siren wailed, coming from the center town.

"The Reaping." Chloe and Leo whispered simultaneously. They broke into a run a few seconds later.

"Leo!" Holly hissed in line. "Where the hell were you?"

"With Chloe!" Leo hissed back.

"She's back." Holly whispered.

"Yep." Chloe whispered a few feet from them. A 17 year old hissed at her to be quiet. "Sorry."

"Next!" The lady with the blood needle blared. Holly stepped up, wincing at the jab of the needle. The lady jammed Holly's finger onto the paper, then toned, "Next!"

Leo stepped forward, and the lady pricked his finger. He didn't feel much over his nervousness. He knew that two families would be boarding up their windows, tears filling their eyes. He knew that it might be his family; it might be Chloe's. Heck, it might even be Bree's. The Reaping was mysterious.

"Next!" The woman shouted. Leo moved with Holly, standing next to her. Jay was on the other side. A minute later Chloe was standing next to him.

"Welcome," The announcer grinned a few minutes later. "To the 42 annual Hunger Games!"

A guard jabbed a young girl, hissing, "Show some enthusiasm!" She started cheering, as did everyone else. It was fake, you could tell, but still there nonetheless.

"May the odds be ever in your favor." She smiled widely. "Let's start with the boys."

She reached into the glass jar of names, pulling out a white slip of paper.

"Jayson Featherbern." The announcer grinned. The crowd went silent as Jay looked into the air, tears welling in his eyes.

"I volunteer as tribute!" Leo screamed, running to the stage. "Leo Featherbern!" He shouted. His sister Holly cried on Jay's shoulder, Jay staring with blank, blind eyes.

"Very well," the announcer said. "Leo Featherbern, male tribute from District 2!"

"No!" Chloe shrieked. She clung onto Leo's coat. "Don't leave me!" She sobbed, tears streaking down her face.

"I'm sorry." Leo whispered. He wrapped one arm around her torso and kissed her straight on the lips. She stood paralyzed for only a moment, then quickly wrapped her arms around him. A guard grasped Leo's arm and dragged him on stage, leaving Chloe in tears where she was standing.

"Well then, girls next." The announcer smiled. She reached into the container, pulling out another strip of paper. "Heather Undine."

A young blonde girl burst into tears, collapsing on the ground. Two guards hauled her to her feet and tossed her onstage.

"Congratulations, tributes. Happy Hunger Games!" She smiled. "And may the odds be ever in your favor."