A/N: Clove's someone I've been waiting patiently to do for a while. I just hope you like her! ;)
Clove
With a grin which must seem rather menacing to the cameras I finger the array of knives in my jacket, waiting for the feast at the Cornucopia. There's such a range, from a huge wooden handled knife weighing me down to the daintiest of instruments, much like a scalpel. The metal only detectable with the glint it gives off in the early morning sun plodding onto the horizon. All these knives. I just hope I get a chance to use them properly. I promised Cato I'd give the audience a good show. And I'm not about to let him down.
