𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐞 ☦︎ 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ☦︎ 12

That night, we decide that Cato will keep watch, and will let me do it the next. By now, we have already cooked both squirrels on a small, smokeless fire we made, and have stored the uneaten stuff away for later.

"Don't you have loads of food though? Because you're a career?" I had asked him.

He had replied. "I had to get away from the Cornucopia quick if I didn't wanna stay with the pack, and I suspect my popularity plummeted when I left them, cause I haven't recieved a single gift yet."

But he ate the squirrels happily, and without complaint. I smiled whilst watching him chew on the first bit, trying to decide whether he liked it or not.

It doesn't escape my notice that I am warming to him.

But I don't want to think about that right now.

What I do want to think about, is how many supplies the remaining careers have, and how I want to cut them off.

"Hey, Cato?" I say whilst lying down.

Cato, who is in the cave entrance, turns to face me. "What?"

"Do you know where Marvel and Glimmer are hiding out?" I ask cautiously.

Cato turns fully, sighing. "Yeah," he said. "Or I have an idea, anyway. Before the games, when we were discussing tactics, Marvel said the Cornucopia was the best idea, because after the bloodbath we could pick it clean and set up camp there with all the supplies. He seemed dead set on it, so that's where I would say they've taken off to. Why did you want to know?" He frowns, seeing the slight smirk on my face.

"Well, they have all these supplies," I smirk. "And I think it's time we do something about it."

After I say this, Cato smirks straight back at me, leaning forward slightly so I can see just how many shades of blue are contained within his eyes.

"Oh yeah, Everdeen? What did you have in mind?"

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The next morning, we waste no time in formulating a plan.

After a full night of rest on a relatively comfortable surface, I feel the most refreshed I've ever been in the arena, which isn't saying much, but oh well.

As of right now, Cato and I are sitting opposite each other in the cave, going through everything. The aim is simple; steal the career's food and cut off their supplies. Hopefully, after we do that, they'll be weakened.

The only problem is-

"So how are we going to draw them away?"

Cato speaks the same thought I was having, and I falter.

"I don't know," I mutter, clenching my fists and looking down. "We need a some sort of distraction, or bait. Wait, I could-"

"No," Cato stops me before I can get it out.

"What?" I turn my head to look at him.

"No you are not using yourself as bait so we can destroy the supplies," he snaps. "This plan is already risky enough."

I roll my eyes and say. "So what is your suggestion, then? Hmm?"

Cato looks lost for a second, his eyes brimming with confusion and anger. I'm just about to smirk and give him a smart-ass comment when he speaks.