She decides to go hunt animals, something she thought she would never have to do. The forest seemed to be deserted today. After a while, Clove does manage to track down a rabbit. Her knife flies into it, lodging itself into the animal's stomach. She picks up her kill, takes the knife out, and wipes it on the grass beneath her.
She starts a small fire, controlling it so the smoke doesn't give away her location. Clove roasts the rabbit. Unfortunately, where she had hit it held most of the meat, so now there was less. Still, she was grateful she came across the small animal. She stomps out the fire and leans back against a tree, munching away at her meat.
Suddenly, Clove hears a rustling noise behind her. She whips out her knife and turns around. Nothing. Still, she keeps an eye out. Another sound, from the left this time. She turns around and sees a figure. She leaps forward and tackles them to the ground. For the first time, she gets a good look at her attackers face. Katniss.
"What are you doing?" Clove hisses. She holds her knife close to the brunette girl's throat. Katniss struggles underneath her.
"Nothing, I was just going through the woods and I ran into you. I wasn't trying to kill you." She replies. Clove eyes her for a bit. She sense truth in what Katniss says.
"I'm a Career sweetie, do you want to die?" The sarcasm was very detectable in her voice. Whenever Clove spoke like this, she always meant it.
"Then why aren't with your little group?" Katniss avoids the question with a new one. She can see Clove's expression change, proving something was up.
"Doesn't matter." Clove mutters.
"Oh really?" Katniss taunts. The more Clove spoke with this girl, the more she realized how similar they were.
"Screw yourself Everdeen." Clove snaps. Katniss grins, knowing she won. Clove gets off the girl. "I'm willing to let you live. And I have an offer."
Katniss raises her eyebrows quizzically.
"A short term alliance." Clove says. She can see the suspicion in Katniss's eyes.
"What's the catch?" Katniss asks.
"You have to help me eliminate all three Careers." Clove tells her simply. "That'll benefit both of us, not just me." Clove keeps quiet about her plan to kill Katniss once all the Careers are dead.
"Alright, I'm in." They shake hands.
"Good. I have a plan, and with an extra hand this could be easier than I thought." Clove tells her.
Katniss nods. "Fill me in."
The plan was clear. The two girls went over in multiple times, fixing any mistakes or errors.
"The plan is great. Let's go to sleep now." Katniss suggests.
"Alright." The two decide to sleep on the ground, with Clove taking first watch. If the Careers were to come, she would know how to handle them better.
Clove leans back against a tree trunk and stares at the starry sky. She finds her thoughts diverting to Cato. A small part of her was worried for him, and another part of her was trying to convince herself she didn't care. She thinks of those blue eyes. That rare grin that could melt her heart in a second.
Shut up Clove. She tells herself. But God was it hard.
A faint memory replays in her head. She had just turned twelve, and Cato was thirteen. Even the thought of him being thirteen hurt, because of what he had done. But this was before that. Clove couldn't even remember what happened that day, only that they were together. Somehow, the two managed to get alone. Even though their families despised eachother. Clove remembers making a joke, but Cato didn't laugh. She was confused, and noticed him staring at her lips. He had told her to close her eyes. Not even a moment later, she felt someone leaning on her mouth. Startled, she had fluttered her eyes open and saw Cato pressing his face up against hers. He pulled back as fast as he had started and looked into her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I had to do that at least once." And then he was gone.
When Clove snaps back to reality, she realizes she is grinning like a fool. She wipes it off and goes back to the usual frown.
A few hours later, Clove decides to wake Katniss. "Your turn to watch."
Katniss nods drowsily. "Alright."
Clove crawls into her sleeping bag. "Hey Clove." Katniss says.
"Whats up?" Clove asks tiredly.
"How many are dead?" She answers.
Clove thinks about it. "I'm not sure. I haven't heard a cannon in a while. Maybe fourteen?" She guesses.
"Ten left." Katniss sighs. Clove doesn't respond. She is fast asleep.
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