No now Clove's gonna die. Also Whne I read fic's about Clato at the feast. I usually cry. Which is really unusual since I never cry. Like once i broke my leg, i didn't cry. I stabbed my finger, with a hammer. Didn't cry. Almost sawed off my pinky. (I was like 8 and slipped) Didn't cry. So yeah ...

I think that Clove should be like a manipulative bitch.

Have them bathe, then everyone gets to everyone naked.

Have them all take a bath, I the lake, at morning.

Omfg purple eyes! She's like a unicorn, magical creature. Or born with contacts. Some people actually her slight purple eyes. By that i mean blue eyes with purple undertones. It's extremely rare though.

Chapter 18:
"I clasp her tiny waste..."
OH MY GOD I'M DYING! SORRY I RUINED THE WHOLE ROMANTIC THING I HAD TOO :'D

Wow.
Clato is awesome

Wow such good stuff
I'm reviewing a lot about how awesome this is

Holy shirk. So bloody? And I liked thresh. Holy mother! :D

AWEEEEEEEESOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEEEEEEE
YOU ARE A GOOD WRITER

OMG, good writing

*Stares at screen* I absolutely LUVED Cato and Clove's costumes for the tribute parade, and how Cato's baby sister was the child they used! At the part where Clove died, and I found out she was paralyzed... Oh my god. I cried SO hard... Whenever characters that I care about get severely injured to the point beyond recovery I cry so hard! You're a great writer and this story was so heartfelt and beautiful! Sorry that was so long! :)

Why u have to make clove died

Clove isn't the girl I remember her to be... A lot of the time in the arena she was just being protected or saved by Cato

Love the story you are an amazing writer