there were these lizard, bear mutts that attacked you and a few of the other non-career tributes. But these mutts were coordinated and relied on their leader for what to do. You killed the leader not knowing that it would make the other mutts go feral. One of them killing three tributes at once. You ended up killing four of the six mutts. The jabberjays sung like your family. Clove had carved flames on your palms that went up your arms, over your shoulders, and into a loop on your spine. Marvel killed your ally, Mia, from four. A twelve year old girl who was insanely good at using spears or tridents. But Cato? He wasn’t there. He left the careers when they started talking about how they’d kill you, because he loves you. Since the tribute parade and you weren’t scared of clove. You’re seventeen years old. Cato is eighteen. Your Gale Hawthornes younger sister. He is eighteen as well. You and him are the providers of the family. You hunt with knives and fire. You volunteered for posy when her name was called. You weren’t scared. Not even a little bit. Peeta is in the arena with you, but you don’t know where he is yet. Katniss is your best friend. She’s like a little sister to you. The both of you are usually so cold to others and guarded, but with each other? You’re soft and kind. You don’t mind giving her a hug where you usually hate hugging people. You and her hunt together and make fun of your brother.