Cato's Rose

by 4ngelwithashotgun

Clove had a sister named Rosemary, who was older than her; but the same age as Cato. This is about the two all the way to their deaths. this was a match made in heaven.

1. Chapter 1

Cato's Rose : Chapter one

A.N.

Hey everyone. This is my newest Fantasy Fan Fiction. It's about a girl, Rosemary *Rosie* who is Clove's older sister and it's about her *friendship* with Cato. (She is a year older than Clove and is the same age as Cato)

Rosemary POV
*TWACK* another dart hit the bull's eye. I'm throwing darts at the board in my room when I hear the door bell. I hear it being open and my little sister Clove greeting someone.

"Rosie!" a voice calls, soon after; I recognize it as Cato's voice.

"Yes Cato?" I yell back, "I'm in my room." I hear the clatter of footsteps and then I see Cato at my doorway. I put down the darts I was throwing and wave. My whole family, mum, dad, Clove, and even our little sister Thyme, who was only 7, had stellar hand-eye coordination and could throw darts, knives, spears and such. Cato is a close friend of mine and my sister Clove. Living in district 2, we had to be prepared for the reapings and fight to bring our district honor and pride. Thyme says she hates the games and the capitol is bad, but she's only 7, we don't listen to her much. As long as she doesn't say those things in front of the Capitol or a peacekeeper, we don't really care. Cato and I have been close friends forever and I think I may be starting to like him in a different way if you know what I mean.
"Wanna go to the lake, Rosie?" Cato asks me interrupting my thoughts.
"Sure, I'd love to," I say grabbing a dark purple jacket, my favourite colour. "Let's go." I say. We leave after telling mum and we race to the fence, when we notice that no one is watching we climb under this one place without electricity. Then we hold hands and race to the river.

I am sitting on the green grassy meadow with lots of flowers when Cato came over. He walks over with a hand behind his back and sits beside me.

"Rosie? Here, this is for you." Cato says as he hands me a large lavender coloured rose.

"Aww… thanks, Cato cat." I say using the childhood nickname I gave him, and I'm bringing the flower up to my nose; so I smell its wonderful fragrance.

"So… tomorrow is reaping day," Cato says.

"Yep," I say back cheerfully until I notice his grim expression, "Wait, you don't plan on volunteering, right? You're only 14!" I say quickly.

"Don't worry, Rosie. I wouldn't leave you for anything." He says. I blush, and he quickly adds "You and everyone else, I mean."

I smile as I lean in and gently kiss his cheek.

A.N.

Hey everyone. This story is dedicated to RosiePotter. It's the first of my fantasy fictions to actually be published. I am working on one about Peeta, for my lovely friend Richika. I know this is really, really, really short but I was very busy this week. And I normally make my first chapter short. But I promise it will get longer. I'm only 12 so don't expect me to put mushy-gushy stuff. Oh yeah, please review, suggestions are more than welcome. Don't forget to add me to Story/Author Alerts. I will update at least once a week, but it may be for my other stories.

-Angie