Cato’s POV
When we get back to the camp, 3 and Marvel run up to us.
“Where have you been all day?!” Marvel exclaims unhappily, “and why didn’t you take me with you? You left me to babysit!”
3 scowls at Marvel and crosses his arms. “I’m only 2 years younger than you, and I’m the same age as Clove, if you were left here with her, you wouldn’t call it babysitting.” (A/N never mentioned District 3 boy’s age in the book, or his name)
How does he know how old Clove is? Did she tell him? No, he probably just watched the reapings.
“Yes,” I step in for Marvel. “But Clove can take care of herself,” I fake looking him up and down. “You obviously can’t.”
3 opens his mouth to protest, but Clove beats him to it. “Look, we brought more leaves; let’s fix ourselves up, shall we?”
Clove sets the basket down on the ground, and everyone reaches for the leaves to help the annoying swelling of the stings. After a while, we all have green gunk pretty much covering all our bare skin, except for 3 who only got a few stings. We all look hideous, but hey, whatever heals helps. For dinner we have simple toast and butter (butter and bread found in the supply pile, and then we stuck the bread on sticks over the fire) and Clove refills her pack with medicine, a new blanket, more water, iodine, matches, and food. I seriously think she’s being over cautious, what could ever happen to our supplies? But she refuses to listen to reason.
Tensions are growing between 3 and Kitty!!! Ooooo don't forget to go to fanfiction.net and review :) ~Bookfanic~
When we get back to the camp, 3 and Marvel run up to us.
“Where have you been all day?!” Marvel exclaims unhappily, “and why didn’t you take me with you? You left me to babysit!”
3 scowls at Marvel and crosses his arms. “I’m only 2 years younger than you, and I’m the same age as Clove, if you were left here with her, you wouldn’t call it babysitting.” (A/N never mentioned District 3 boy’s age in the book, or his name)
How does he know how old Clove is? Did she tell him? No, he probably just watched the reapings.
“Yes,” I step in for Marvel. “But Clove can take care of herself,” I fake looking him up and down. “You obviously can’t.”
3 opens his mouth to protest, but Clove beats him to it. “Look, we brought more leaves; let’s fix ourselves up, shall we?”
Clove sets the basket down on the ground, and everyone reaches for the leaves to help the annoying swelling of the stings. After a while, we all have green gunk pretty much covering all our bare skin, except for 3 who only got a few stings. We all look hideous, but hey, whatever heals helps. For dinner we have simple toast and butter (butter and bread found in the supply pile, and then we stuck the bread on sticks over the fire) and Clove refills her pack with medicine, a new blanket, more water, iodine, matches, and food. I seriously think she’s being over cautious, what could ever happen to our supplies? But she refuses to listen to reason.
Tensions are growing between 3 and Kitty!!! Ooooo don't forget to go to fanfiction.net and review :) ~Bookfanic~