(So, this was suggested by an IRL friend, I hope it doesn't suck. I've never written anything with these two characters, so apologies if it's bad. ENJOY!)
Cato patrolled the tree line surrounding the Cornucopia anxiously. He was worried about Clove, his district partner, and wondered whether their splitting up was a good idea. He was alert, ready to hear if Clove was in any kind of trouble. He laughed at himself a little at that thought. He knew she'd be ok. If anyone even tried to attack her, they'd end up with a knife between their eyes. That's what he admired about her. Along with general ferociousness, she was also extremely stubborn. He was about to start thinking about her more, when a hauntingly familiar voice screamed his name.
"CATO! CATO!" The voice screamed.
He knew immediately that it was Clove who was screaming. His blood ran cold as he sprinted across the open field towards her, throwing all caution to the wind.
"CLOVE!" He called back as he reached the back of the golden horn.
He skidded round the corner and he felt as if his heart had stopped. Clive was there, lying in the grass, motionless bar the weak rise and fall off her chest. He breathed a sigh of relief, dropped his weapons, fell to his knees and picked up the girl's body.
"You came..." She whispered softly, a tone that sounded so alien to her usual tough one.
"Of course I did! I said that if you called me I'd come running!" He looked at her head, and knew she wouldn't make it. "Who did this to you?"
"District 11. He said...it was for...the young girl...smashed my...head against the...Cornucopia..." Her breath was getting weaker by the minute.
"No! Clove! Stay with me! You'll be alright!" Cato begged.
"No...I won't...11...smashed my head...don't have...much time..."
"Clove please! Don't leave me!"
With what must have been the last of her energy, she took Cato's hand in her own, and gave him a small reassuring smile. Then all the life in her eyes vanished, and she was gone. Cato stared down at her now lifeless body. He shook her a little, as if he thought that this was one of her sick jokes and she was going to wake up any second. Then the canon fired. She was dead. He laid her down, ready for the Capitol aircraft to take her away. He didn't close her eyes, looking at her would only make it worse. Once the carrier had come down, taken her away; then disappeared again, all the emtions he'd penned up until now exploded out of him. He punched the Cornucopia and let a long animalistic scream. He didn't care if someone heard him.
'Let them come. I'll kill them all.' He thought.
After his scream had subsided, he picked up his fallen weapon and made his way back to the forestxtremely