elfblossoms

        The Reaping day means nothing to him. He's fourteen now, and his name has yet to be drawn out of the large clear bowl, so Cato is one of the children that feels invincible, even for that one moment when another's name is called. He watches as the boy walks tremblingly up to the platform where their District's representative is waiting, along with the female Tribute. Cato smirks and adjusts his shirt. Another year gone, and he's still in his District. He'll grow stronger, and he'll win the Games, should he ever be Reaped. But not now. He's too young, he decides. He can put up with his hellish home for a little while, if only to gro