Hi guys, this is my first Clato story, like ever, so please don't hate on it.
Cato POV:
"And may the odds be ever in your favor" says Seneca, the head game maker, and BOOM, the games have begun. I run as fast as I can, and I beat everyone there. I arm myself with the most lethal looking sword I can find and I look around for the love of my life, Clove. We have been together for 5 years until I asked her to marry me. Did I fail to mention that she was pregnant? And now look where we are. Clove runs up next to me and arms herself with as many knives she can carry. We give each other a nod and we start killing. Hey, even though I'm going to be a dad, doesn't mean that I can't do what I love, and that is killing.
BOOM! I hear that 12 times, that must be a record. 10 more tributes to go, and me and Clove can be a real family.
