Cato and I lay there entwined in each other's arms, the moonlight illuminating our tear stained faces as we gazed at the ever shifting stars. I dimly wondered how many over sensitive Capitol citizens were currently sobbing into their handkerchiefs. A small breeze stirred our hair and buried my head in the crook of Cato's shoulder and cursed the artistry of the Game makers. He took one of my hands and brought it up to his lips and gently kissed it.

"We should probably head back to the tent to sleep" He mumbled softly

"And be in the same tent as Marvel McCrankypants? No thanks."

"It's a good deal safer Clove."

"Ive got you."

"Clove." He said more sternly

I sighed and extracted myself from him and collected my gear from where I had tossed it. I buckled on my knife belt and turned to face Cato again. He had gotten up from where he had been sitting and I noticed he hadn't bothered to bring any weapons with him. Being the resident badass has its perks. We parted the grass and headed back towards the tent. The light of Marvels lantern illuminated it and cast silhouettes of the things inside. We opened the tent and walked inside. Cato strode over to where he had neatly piled his gear and sorted his things into various bags. In the absence of his body heat I to realized I was quite wet from all the dew. And then I realized I was wearing white. And that Marvel and District 3 were staring at me.

"Out you perverts!" I screeched and began flinging knives in their general direction, though I was careful not to actually hit anyone. Needless to say they scattered fast, leaving me with a very red face and a very bemused Cato.

"why didn't you warn me?"

"I just assumed you knew!" he laughed

I pulled a face at him and then we both changed facing away from each other.

5 minutes later Marvel and District 3 came back wearing matching grins.

I let marvel passed me but I stopped the other boy.

"Did we say you could sleep with us?"

"Well no but I just sort of assumed…"

"Get out."

"But."

"Out!"

He left hastily.

"What was that about Clove?" asked Marvel with a slight frown on his face."

"I don't now about you Marvel, but I don't particularly want to have my throat slit in the middle of the night, unless you have something to say about that?" I sneered nastily, in a bad mood. He opened his mouth as though to say something but then closed it and shook his head.

"Good."

Cato looked at me with a neutral face but I saw amusement in his eyes. I pulled a face at him. We then held a council to decide what the plan would be for the next few days.

We decided that we would form two squads, one to hunt for tributes, the other to guard the camp and our considerable amount of supplies. Cato and I volunteered for the tribute hunting squad, as we were honestly the most deadly, while marvel and 3 were picked for guard duty.

"After all, said Marvel, I don't want to step on a mine and he's the only one who knows where he buried the damn things."

A few hours later we decided to turn in. Sleeping mats were rolled out, mine in between Marvel and Cato. Between both of these strong trained killers I felt obscenely safe. I looked over at Cato were he lay facing away from me and let my eyes wander over him. Even just wearing a loose t-shirt and athletic pants as he was, he looked nice. His toned muscles stood out even in his relaxed state and I felt my gaze soften and my heart beat a little quicker. Turning to my other side, my face reddening, I see Marvel. He is awkward and adorable and yet strong and lithe in his own way and handy in a fight with that spear of his. I notice he is already asleep and starting to drool. I let out a small sigh and stare up at the roof of the tent. It occurs to me that now would be a good time to finish off Marvel, As much as I hate to admit it I'm rather fond of him and the thought of killing him when he is awake and talking makes me uncomfortable. I rest my hand on one of my knives I had placed on the ground beside me. I look over at Marvel again and frown. Damnit, even I cant kill something that helpless and adorable looking. Congratulations Clove you picked a really fucking good time to start going soft. I draw my hand away from my knives and try to close my eyes and sleep.

I awake to the brilliant sunshine streaming through the tent flap and the intoxicating smell of cooking bacon. I crinkle up my face and my stomach chooses that moment to let out a sound like a dying whale, alerting everyone and me to how hungry I am. Five minutes later I join Cato and Marvel for the bacon they found in our supplies. 3 is forced to eat trail rations. After we eat and go over our plan for the last time, this time actually telling 3 what we expect him to do. After briefing, Cato and I gather up our weapons and some supplies. We both load backpacks loaded down with supplies on our backs and I buckle on two knife belts and tuck some into my boots as well. Cato buckles on a wicked looking sword onto his belt and I notice he also has a larger one strapped to his back. As we get ready to leave I hear Marvel say "Yah here that buddy its just you and me?" to district Three and give him a large exaggerated wink. Sometimes I wonder if Glimmer wasn't wrong about him.

I look back at Cato and he gives me that big cocky grin I love so much.

"Well, Shall we?"

"Lets go."

And off we went.