What Could Happen? [A Clato FanFiction]

At the Capitol

Catos POV

Once we were at the Capitol, we were taken up an elevator to our specialty rooms. The Capitol didn't seem very different from our district, except the fact food was EVERYWHERE. It was so good. BlueBerry took me and Clove on a tour around the place and by the time we got back to our districts floor, we had to get ready for the ceremony. Clove and I would ride on a chariot in an outfit and show ourselves to the Capitol.

Clove was more worried about looking good than I thought she would be. She kept asking me if she looked good and I would always say,"Of Course!"

We had to walk to the Ceremony together. BlueBerry introduced us to our designers, Ebb Liners and a girl named Finley Amos. Ebb was my designer. Ebb and Finley walked us into a changing room, one for Clove and one for me. 

"For your chariot outfits this year, we have decided to focus more on the power of district two than the masonry."Finley told us. "Therefore, this year, you will dress as gladiators, to show your blood thirsty side. To show that you have no mercy and no soft spot for ANY tribute."

Ebb took out an odd golden outfit from a hanging rack. It seemed like it were a bird, there were feathers that were on the helmet. Then I noticed something that seemed just like a skirt. A golden skirt.

"Um, yo Ebb? I'm not wearing a skirt when I am showing Snow who I am. I volunteered to win, not be a chicken." I said, looking at the outfit again. I heard Clove cough to cover up her laugh. Good ol' Clove.

"Um, well, 'yo' Cato, this is what we designed for you, and you have to wear it, weather you like it or not." Ebb had just crossed the line. I stepped up to him, a considerable foot taller than him.

"Well,you'll have to design something else for-" I stopped talking when Clove put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me away from Ebb.

"You can save all that fighting for the arena." She said to me. I looked down at her and she was looking at Ebb. She seemed like she had the face that she wanted to be twirling a knife in her hands.Or throwing it at him. 

Cloves POV

That idiot. He should know not to mess with a career, whether he likes it or not.Me and Cato got dressed in our golden gladiator outfit. We then went downstairs to hop onto the chariots. This is the first time that we would see all of the other reaped tributes in person.

We walked down to the chariots and walked to ours, a black carriage with some mustard yellow horses. I walked up to the carriage next to Cato and pet the horse. "You want to go check out our career allies?" Cato asked, looking around at all of the other tributes. Oh-did I  mention that Cato's outfit came with a skirt???

I looked over at district ones girl and boy tributes. The girl tribute had long, blonde hair that bounced over her shoulder. She was pretty attractive, good for sponsors. She didn't seem to have much muscle, but my whole opinion could change after we go into training. She was wearing a pink feathery hat thing that made her whole body seem to glow. I looked over to the boy. He had short blond hair and looked like any other district one boy. He had a lot of muscle and looked like a flamingo. He also had a pink outfit on, and he looked like he was sparkling.

Cato blushed my shoulder with his hand. I turned around to the abrupt touch, having quick reflexes, and Cato asked me again."You want to go check out our career allies?" I nodded, and we walked side by side to meet our allies.