Revolution [open/started]

Kat
Andrew and Kat walked back into the house and locked the doors tightly behind them. Kat went back into the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes, humming as she did. Andrew gave her a weird grin and he leaned up against the door post. Kat glanced over at him and stood up straight. "What?" She asked, smiling.
"Oh, don't act like you don't know." He said. grinning even more.
Kat rolled her eyes and put the dishes in the dish washer. "I am not acting, I do not know what you are hinting at." She said.
"You and George." He said, helping her.
"What about 'George and me'." Kat asked.
"Oh do not play that game, you so like him." Andrew said, laughing.
Kat thought for a moment. "What? Where did you get that from?" She asked, blushing. She closed the dishwasher and started it up.
"That look you give him. He looks at you that way too. Plus he talks to you, a lot." Andrew said. Kat never though about having a crush on George.
"I am not sure." Kat said.
"What do you mean you are not sure?" Andrew asked.
"I am not sure if I like him." Kat said. She looked at the clock and it was getting really late. "Hey, you need to you to bed. I have to work tomorrow and you are going to your friends house. We both need sleep."
"Why do I have to go to his house anyway?" Andrew asked, a moan in his voice.
"Because you cannot, and will not, stay alone in this house without your father or me in this house. I do not trust the world." Kat said.
"Okay 'mom', I get it." Andrew laughed. He walked out of the kitchen and up to his room. Kat turned off the lights and went up to her room as well. She changed into shorts and a loose shirt and laid down in her bed. She quickly fell asleep, not even knowing how sleepy she really was.

The alarm clock rang loudly at nine o'clock in the moring. Kat sighed and work up. She turned the alarm off and yelled for Andrew for him to get up. Minuets later he yells back and she could hear him getting dressed. She sits up in the bed and sighs. She hated mornings. She got out of bed and got into black work out shorts and a bright pink shirt. "The only thing good about working at a gym was that you get to be causal." She mummbled under her breath. She quickly lased up her shoes and walked down stairs. While she walked into the kitchen, she tied her hair up and turned the news on. While she was listening to the news, so got a bottle of water and jumped up on the counter.
"Breaking news! A broken down was found this morning. Could this be another attact? Stay tuned." The lady said. Kat looked at the car and gasped. She ran over to the phone and quickly called the Marshals.
"Hello?" George said. Kat was suprised that he answered the phone.
"Hey, it's Kat. I saw your car on the news! What happened?" She asked.
"Oh our car broke down and we had a little run in with the mutants." He explained. He told her the whole story and they soon got off the phone. Kat drove Andrew to his friends house. She went as fast as she could without getting caught. This was one of the first times, she was affraid to be alone. She rushed to work and was happy to know that she was safe.

Swiftfur
Swiftfur paused in her roof jumping.
She was certain she heard voices and smell the strong tang of wolf.
Curious, she sprang into a tree an traveled onward until she came to a tiny gap in the trees.
Pricking her ears, she picked up voices.
Lifting her nose to the air, she sniffed, then growled.
The smell of wolf was strong, and she didn't like it.
Peering through the leaves, she made out a small human girl, a tall boy, and a wolf mutant.
Suddenly, the wolf mutant's voice rang out. "I can smell cat."
The leaves tickled her nose, and she stiffled a sneeze.
Forcing herself to back away until she could feel the rough bark of the tree, she listened to the conversation.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small notebook and began to take notes.

James

When James had woken the next morning the mutants from the day before were gone, leaving not a trace that they had ever been there at all. His mother seemed on edge as they ate their breakfast of richly buttered pastry, nervously fidgeting with the for in between bites.

"Where's Father?" James asked. She simply shook her head, sending her hair falling lose around her shoulders.
"He took the servants back" she told him, "It's dangerous to have them present after such a recent attack, maybe we will commission more next week".

An attack? Why were the mutants so violent? Was it natural for them to be animalistic in mindset as well as physicality? He worried for his father, Henry often joined into investigating mutant motives in attacks to try and find patterns in behavior. Attacks were become more and more common and citizens were being warned of the possibility of a mutant raid. James was often involved alongside his father in work, but it was his uncle, a politician whom he was really inspired by, on mission to bring safety to human kind and restore the world back to its natural order before the pandemic had hit. James touches his chest. Would he be around to see that?

"I'm going out" he told his mother and grabbed the half eaten pastry, stuffing it into his moth. She didn't say anything and just watched him as he proceeded outside and onto the drive. Living on the outskirts of the city amidst the fields and gardens was peaceful. It was rare to see any mutants out here, which James found boring, he wanted to see the aftermath of whatever attack his mother had been talking about. He mounted what he liked to call a motorcycle but more resembled a motor-scooter and drove the straight road into the city.

Initially he did not recognize the wall between the town and the slums, someone had come along and gratified it bright red, a strange symbol of a star and a triangle. He drove up to it to get a closer look, it wasn't anything he had seen before and it didn't seem particularly like art. Was this a mutant code? He follow the wall for a while, checking to see if there were any other strange markings. The gutters were littered with all sorts of junk and slime which James shivered at the thought of touching. A little along the wall was a ledge cluttered with paint spray cans beside another symbol of the star in the triangle.

James stopped and took a good look at it, whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy and angry; It made him feel like he had to counteract it. He picked up the blue bottle and over the top he made a large blue plus sign. Imagine if his mother or father had seen him do this... he would have been in so much trouble. There was a small crash and James snapped his head around, looking for movement.

Something was watching him.

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Sorry If it is messily written. I'm short on time.

*Can someone bring my characters in?*

Alex
"Alex? It's Jake, from the Army. I'm calling in that IOU."
"Jake? Is that really you? It's been so long, I thought you'd lost my number."
"Can we meet? I need your help and I don't know who else I can trust."
"Do you remember where I live?"
"Yeah. Shall I go there?"
"How far away do you live?"
"Not far, just over the wall. I need to see you now, can I come over right away?"
"Erm, yeah, sure. What's this a-"
"Please, just wait there, I'll explain as soon as I'm over."

It'd been seven years since Alex had seen Jake. They'd been a strange pair in the army; Jake had been by far Alex's senior, yet they'd always seen eye to eye, as equals. Jake stuck around after Gloria had died, but had upsticks and left with his grandkids after the mutant one was born. Jaimie, if Alex remembered right. Jake's eldest grandaughter, Amy, had once been Riley's favourite playmate. He still mentioned her occasionally, and had talked about having an internet connection to her. Alex didn't have the same thing with old Jake, the past was too painful to talk to sometimes. Jake had known Alex's brother, briefly, before he ran away from home. He'd been there for the pain at the worst of times, but one day simply disappeared into the slums. Alex made a cup of coffee and stood quietly sipping it on his back porch, watching as the tell-tale whispers of smoke from over the wall marked the start of the Revolution. Not that he knew that. As far as he could tell, it was a house fire.

When Jake arrived, it was the dead of night, and he had a slightly wild look in his eyes. He was riding a beaten up moped, with little Amy perched on the back, looking just as scared without a helmet. Alex had to shake his head for a moment, shocked at how much she'd grown in just seven years.
"Jake! Where've you been?"
The two grinned wildly and briefly embraced, only to step back sheepishly. Alex couldn't help but let out a little masculine grunt, just to reassure himself.
"Alex, I need your help. Something terrible's happened."
"Is that your moped?"
"No, somebody lent it to me. Can we come in? I don't want to be seen." Jake looked genuinely frightened in the pale moonlight, so Alex hurried to let them in. He sat them down on the sofa in the living room. Jake had to shift slightly, confirming Alex's immediate suspicions.
"You're armed."
"I need to be. They've taken Jaimie." Amy let out a tiny noise, almost catlike and laced with dread. Alex had to collapse into the armchair facing his friend. Jake continued.
"The slavers got him while we were away. I need to know, do you have any idea where they've taken him? Do you know anyone who can help?"
"I... I don't... Jaimie's been taken?"
"Alex."
"I'm sorry."
"Alex, can you help us?"
He sat and thought for a moment. Before Gloria had passed, he'd worked in private security, in the warehouse where they kept slaves before taking them to auction. They were treated no better than a carpet you'd beat to clean it of dust. Alex had had to leave after only a month on the job. Jaimie was probably there, but could he put his boys at risk? Jake was his oldest remaining friend in the world, but he needed to keep his boys safe. A sudden noise made all three in the room jump.
"Amy...?"
Alex stood up quickly.
"Riley!" Shouted Amy, running towards him. He bolted down the stairs and hugged her tightly.
"Amy what happened? What're you doing here?"
"They've got Jaimie," she wiped her face, starightening up slightly, "Uncle Alex is gonna help us."
Riley stared at his father.
"Look, Jake, I can help you find him. I have some money saved, I might be able to buy him back when he goes to auction."
"Alex, they will beat him to death if we leave him there another minute! I need you to help me."
"Dad, you have to help them. They've got Jaimie, you have to help!" Riley cried, stepping in front of Amy.
"How do you know Jaimie? Have you two been...?"
Riley stared guiltily at the floor. Amy said nothing.
"What's going on?" George was at the top of the stairs, clutching a hardback in one hand and a torch in the other. He walked down the stairs to silence and turned on the light. Alex turned to Jake.
"Did you know about this? Has he been crossing the wall?" He was glaring.
"Alex, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop them."
Alex turned away, grabbing at his hair. For a few moments, the whole room was watching him. Then he sighed, turned and walked over to George, pulling out his handgun.
"George, I want you all to stay in the house. Jake and I are going to go out; we'll be back. I need you to look after Amy and Riley for me, can you do that?"
George nodded sagely. There was so much of his mother in his eyes sometimes. Jake was knelt in front of Amy.
"Amy, I need you to wait here for Uncle Alex and I to come back. Do whatever George says and be careful."
Alex ran upstairs and retrieved his rifle from the cabinet. When he got downstairs the children were sitting on the sofas in hushed conversation. Jake was waiting by the door.
"You ready?"
"Let's go."

*Thanks for the assist. btw, what time of year is it in the story?*

Vengeance Moon:

Ven crouched in the trees waiting for Jake to show up. He hoped the old man's friend was willing to help. This was not the kind of job Ven could pull off alone and he knew it. He lifted his head, catching a familiar scent on the wind.

The sound of a low motor reached his ears that cut off abruptly. Ven glanced around the trunk to see Jake leading another man who looked at least twenty years younger. Ven almost laughed, it was the same guy from the night before.

"Why are we going into the woods Jake? I thought you were in a hurry." He demanded.

"I am. You need to meet the other member of our team. When I realized Jaimie was taken I called out the big guns." Jake raised his voice. "Lad I know you're here. Alex is a good man, he won't turn you in. At least, not until Jaimie's safe."

"Turn who in? Jake what are you..." Alex broke off as Ven jumped the fifteen feet to the ground. The man reached for his gun instinctively but froze as he met Ven's unwavering stare. There was a cold watchfulness in Ven's gaze. An awareness that he could kill you or not. It was your choice and he could care less.

"Vengeance Moon. You know the leader of the resistance. The number one wanted mutant in the entire state."

Jake scratched his bearded chin. "I dunno 'bout that. He's still the scrawny kid Amy dragged home five years ago."

"He's a terrorist!" Alex snapped back.

Ven smiled, flashing his fangs at Alex. "So nice to know the media gets all the facts right. You have no right to judge me, not until you've lived my life."

"Argue later, save my grandson now." Jake practically snarled, getting the two of them back on track. "Ven, what did you find."

"Right." Ven rolled his eyes. "Two known slavers came through the gate last night. Both of their transports were tagged. They work for the Exotique company." He named the slavers who catered solely to the rich, the city's elite. Coincidentally, it was also the company that had owned Ven for the first years of his life."

Alex breathed a sigh of relief. "That company isn't known for abusing it's merchandise. They're all about the bottom dollar."

"You're half right." Ven told the human. "Exotique might not beat it's slaves but it still abuses them. They simply prefer psychological torture. The kind that doesn't leave visible wounds." He turned and whistled, calling to Raja.

The brush rustled as the white tiger emerged into the clearing. Splayed over his back was a winged girl. Speechless, Ven stared at the sight.

"Well, this complicates things." Alex said.

Jake shook his head. "Your tiger has been spending too much time with my granddaughter."

Swiftfur

Swiftfur tried to concentrate on their conversation, but something else was bothering her like an annoying fly that kept coming back
She always had kept voice recorders with her to catch up on something she needed to hear later, so she almost always carried her satchel with her.
Opening her satchel, she pulled out a small black vlog camera, set it up on the top of the branches, turned it on, and left to discover more.
Soon, she stopped in the city streets and caught movement at the corner of her eye.
Thankful that it was night-time, she hid behind a trash can and peeked over the top of it.
It looked like two men were having a chat, but something was not right.
The older man's voice was urgent, and he kept mentioning the name, 'Jamie'.
But who is this, 'Jamie''? she listened harder and picked up the word, 'grandson'.
So, Jamie is his grandson, and it sounds like he's been captured. She thought.
But since when have I refused someone in need?
She was about to emerge from her hiding place, when a sharp whistle sounded, and a white tiger appeared with a winged mutant on it's back.
She shivered and dropped down.
Not yet, She thought. Just a few more moments. She shook herself and cursed quietly. So what? It's a tiger. I'm not afraid of a big old tiger, am I? She stood up once more, and stepped out of the shadows.
"Do you need some help?' She asked timidly.

George
George, Riley, Amy and now Andrew. Riley and Amy sat in the kitchen, their mouths blurred with chatter in hushed voices, while George and Andrew were sat on the sofa. Andrew had been shocked by George's version of that nights events, and was staring at the floor, his brow furrowed.
"Do you think Kat'll be alright?"
"She'll be ok. Your sister's a smart girl, she knows how to look after herself."
Andrew nodded slowly, then caught George's eye and nodded again, with conviction. She'd never let her little brother down.
"It's so quiet at night... could we put on the television?" Asked Andrew. George forced a small smile, his eyes betraying his worries about his family. He wasn't just scared about what his father might do, but Kat as well. She'd been around for as long as George could remember and he wasn't sure what he'd do if something happened to her because of the mutants. He'd asked it she wanted to stay with the rest of them, but she seemed to have something important on her mind, though he had no idea what. He grabbed the remote from the arm rest and turned on the small television, which immediately showed a car on fire by the side of a road. Riley and Amy saw the television and walked over, their shoulders bumping as they walked. George had known about Riley and Amy, but he hadn't realised just how close they were until then. Riley seemed to be depending on her just as much as she was on him for comfort. Both of them were terrified, but brave; they'd been raised by ex-soldiers and it showed.
"George... George! That's our car!"
"What? That can't be..." His voice trailed off as the camera changed angle, giving a clearer view of the street. A little 'live' icon in the top corner caused his eyes to widen, and he found himself lightly fingering the gun by his side. The car was entirely on fire, being consumed rapidly by the flames. The camera then switched to a concerned-looking woman of impeccable teeth in a news studio.
"Turn it up."
"...the attack seems to be connected to the string of attacks across the city tonight, after a 6 year old mutant was purchased earlier today. Rebels related to the terrorist organisation led by the revolutionary mutant known only as 'Vengeance Moon' claim that he was kidnapped by a services company."
The camera flowed between helicopter shots of burning buildings, followed by a group of mutants bearing arms and marching around the slums. The woman continued speaking as a voice-over.
"Senior government figures have urged for calm, and military leaders stress that this is not yet a state of emergency. Extra police, as well as soldiers drafted from nearby military installments are being brought in to help quell the violence. The mayor of the city earlier tonight appealed for calm, telling people not to panic, and that they are safe."
Riley let out a small grunt, apparently incredulous.
"She's lying, isn't she? It's a revolution out there, not a riot."
His words hung in the air for a moment.
"Amy? You were there, across the wall, you saw what happened. Are we in danger?" The three boys watched her face for a moment; she looked uncharacteristically worried. She opened her mouth to speak, but there was a sudden movement that caught George's eye from the garden.

"HEY!" He shouted, leaping from his seat and spinning to face the back door. Suddenly, from the front of the house, there was the unmistakable sound of glass being shattered.
"Heeeey human boy! Where's your daddy? I've got something I wanna show him!" The lizard mutant from before, now without his hood, sneered through the glass. George ran out into the middle of the room, where he could see the front door. The stained glass had been smashed and hands, some humanoid, some furry and others adorned with dry scales were scrambling for the handle.
"Riley! Get them out, I'll follow you!" George shouted, without turning away from the lizard mutant in the garden. Riley leapt over the sofa and made for the guest room.
"Amy, Andrew, this way! The window!"
The lizard snarled, showing his pointed teeth, and grabbed something from his coat; a glass bottle and a lighter. He set alight a rag at the top of the bottle and, rather than throwing it, darted off to the side, going around the house. George cursed, realising that he was going to cut off the others as they climbed out of the window, and ran without hesitation to the garden door. He fumbled with the lock and flung the door open, charging out towards the lizard. He rounded the corner into the side passage between his house and the garden fence and, in a split second, saw Riley and Amy helping Andrew out of the window as the lizard drew his arm back to throw the deadly cocktail. There was no time to think.

George raised his father's pistol and fired.

The lizard dropped, his forked toungue darting between his teeth as he crumpled to the ground. The bottle dropped to the floor and burst into flames, immediately setting the wooden fence alight. Blood spattered across the wall of the house that George was born in.
"Over the fence! Hurry!" He shouted over the sound of the mob and the flames. George turned and vaulted the fence as Riley and Amy boosted George over. Riley then helped Amy over, before jumping and heaving himself up. George grabbed his brother and pulled as hard as he could, but suddenly felt something pulling back. Riley yelped as a mutant grabbed his leg, but twisted slightly and kicked out viciously. The mutant fell back and Riley scrambled into the neighbour's garden. Andrew, Amy and Riley stared, their mouths hanging open, at George, his hair matted with blood and the gun hanging from his side like a bad limp. His eyes widened as the fire spread rapidly along the fence and the wooden frame of the window began to catch.
He grabbed Andrew by the hand and made for the wall, roaring at Amy and Riley as he did:

"Run!"

Swiftfur

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Sorry, I know it's short and pathetic...

Swiftfur shrank back as they marched on by without seeing her.
Ooooook... She thought.
Keeping to the shadows, she crept from hiding place to hiding place, following them to their destination.
Suddenly, they stopped.
What's wrong? She thought, irritated. Are they scared of the unknown?
One of the people shouted, "George...George! That's our car!"
She heard a raspy voice like wet silk, "Heeey human boy! Where's your daddy? I've got something I wanna show him!"
Peeking out from her hiding place, she saw one of the jerk lizard mutants in the car.
Reaching into his coat, the lizard pulled a cocktail, lit the end of the rope, and scrambled out of the car.
Everything was going too fast. The lizard boy ran around the house, and the people gave chase, cursing as the flew by her hiding place
There was a bang, and the house exploded in flames.
Recoiling from the shock-wave, she raced back toward the place where she had left one of her cameras.
She tripped on something, and did a face-plant into the road. Her satchel smacked the asphalt, scratching some of the cameras
Her last thought was, I hope everyone in there got out. then she blacked out.

Nadia

Nadia woke from her sleep by screams. She dashed out of the small cave and flew into a tall tree. Flames could be seen near by and she circled the sky around the tree looking at the people franticly running around outside.

Nadia flew into a tree and watched wanting to do something, but not wanting to give away her cover. One of the people shot a mutant and another was soon being dragged away.

Nadia sighed and shook her head thinking about how stupid that mutant was. The people soon fled from their burning house and into the woods. Nadia watched and flew above them.

She soon became bored so she went to find Lilly. Nadia flew back over the burning house and that gave enough light to look for Lilly. She saw 3 figures in the woods so she swooped down to a near by tree.

There she saw a boy, a wolf mutant, and Lilly. Nadia smiled and flew to a nearer tree not sure to trust the other 2 yet.

Lilly was smiling a bit, so she flew down and hid behind Lilly's legs. Lilly jumped a looked behind her to find Nadia hugging her legs, acting very shy.

Lilly smiled and picked Nadia up and swung her into her arms. Nadia nuzzled her head into Lilly's neck and hid her face from the strangers.

"Guys, this is my friend, Nadia." Lilly said trying to pull Nadia's head out of the crook of her neck. Nadia finally pulled her face out of Lilly's neck but then hid her face with her large bat ears. She didn't know to trust these people yet.

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third revision. Pah

Kari:

Kari was vaguely aware of the tiger picking her up and taking her somewhere, but she was washed into the darkness by memories. Her parents’ faces swirled above her, twisted in disgust and hatred. Ghost fists rained down on her covering her in bruises. A man called her a monster for having killed his wife. Shards of glass dragged themselves down the left side of her face, burning scars onto her skin. A door slammed, shutting her into a small, dark space. Hunger dug a hole in her stomach. Her wails went unanswered. Rain drenched her wings and she couldn’t fly. A human’s had reached for her. A shot rang out in the dark. Pain lanced her shoulder and her wing.

Something brushed against her face. She recognised the scratching from a time of heady freedom. Branches. She was roused from her nightmare slightly, but the pain still kept her unconscious. There were only branches in the forest. She struggled with the pain as the tiger stopped.

"Well, this complicates things." A man’s voice stated it was old. A father’s voice. She shivered.

"Your tiger has been spending too much time with my granddaughter.” This voice was older still.

There was stunned silence. “What are we going to do with her?” A third voice. Kari recognised the voice from earlier that night. It was the Revolution leader.

“I don’t know but she’s hurt.” Kari heard footsteps coming closer and managed to tear herself from the pain. She woke up and rolled off of the tiger, dragging a dagger from her boot as she landed on her feet.

“Stay away from me.” She hissed. Her wing and arm hung uselessly at her side and she cursed as a black wave swept over her. It receded and let her see the people in from of her. As she had thought, the leader of the revolution was standing near a tree, his tail swishing back and forth. Two men, probably humans stood close to him, one of them with a gun. He was younger than the white haired one, who stood almost right next to her but seemed to have taken a few steps back at her movement. Good, he wasn’t going to get any closer if Kari could help it. How could she, who was always careful, allow this to happen? Se didn’t want to be indebted to anyone, especially to a human. or the leader of the revolution, who seem to be looking at her strangely. Kari tried to move slowly backwards, but the tiger was blocking her.

She made a low hissing noise in the back of her throat, like an injured bird of prey. “Stay away,” she repeated, suddenly realising that the scars on her face weren’t covered. She winced. She didn’t like people staring at her like they cared for what happened to her, or as if they pitied her. She was sure that the two older men were humans and her skin crawled at the thought of them even being close to her. Normally she would fly away, but she couldn’t with her wing in the state that it was. She cursed again. Everyone was still looking at her, apparently not quite sure on how to proceed.

A small smile spread across her face. As long as they didn’t know what to do, she could probably escape. Even if she couldn’t move her left wing, at the angle that it was at, she could still use her wings to boost her speed. She looked to her right and saw the lights of the city shining. She suddenly remembered the cloaking darkness that the forest offered and a slight warmth filled her. The forest reminded of her days of freedom after escaping from her house. One of the men took a step forwards and she bolted. It had been a long time since she had been in a forest, but she soon remembered how to avoid the trees.

A rustling noise came from above her and she realised that the tiger was following her. Kari scowled and kicked off from a tree, sending herself speeding forwards. She wasn’t going to let anything catch up with her. She suddenly reached the outskirts of the slums and smiled. She knew her way around these parts. She rocketed through the streets, staying out of the way of the rare people who were on the streets and trying not to jostle her arm or her wing. She rounded the corner and straight into someone’s arms.

Reeling backwards, she looked at the person. Her blood froze in her veins. Slaver. He smiled predatorily and reached for her again. “What a good catch!” he exclaimed. She swiped at him with her dagger, but he just laughed. His laugh was echoed by a low rumbling growl. His eyes widened and her turned around slowly. The tiger was crouched behind him. The slaver squeaked and ran, suddenly uninterested in his catch. The tiger prowled towards Kari and nudged her with its head.

“I can take care of myself,” Kari told it. The tiger growled at her. Kari frowned. “But you’re going to drag me there if I don’t go aren’t you?” The tiger couldn’t reply, but Kari read the reply in its eyes. The tiger started off down the street. Kari sighed. Brilliant. Now she owed the Revolution a favour. She saw a movement above her and looked up to see the leader of the revolution jump onto the roof in front of her and look at her.

“Good, you listened to sense. Raja will take you to somewhere safe. Tell them that Vengeance sent you. Don’t stay on the streets, it’s going to get nasty.” As if to prove his point, the slums were light up with flames and a roar of noise. Kari’s eyes widened and she nodded at the man above her, who seemed even fiercer than before, if that was possible. It was hard to remember that, according to the rumours, he was only three years older than her. He nodded back at her then whistled at the tiger, which turned away and started down the road, albeit a little reluctantly. Kari followed it, turning her head one last time to steal a glimpse of Vengeance’s disappearing tail.

Swiftfur
Swiftfur sat up immediately when she regained consciousness.
I must check that camera! She got to her feet and took off running.

She soon stopped at the base of the tree where she had left her camera, took a deep breath , and jumped.
Scrabbling at the bark with her her right hand, she hauled herself up, and froze.
There, in the human girl's arms, was a mutant bat.
Slowly, she retrived a pebble from her satchel she had left behind, and tossed it down into the clearing.
A few moments later, she heard a small, faint clink as the pebble struck a stone in the clearing.
Oh shoot... she thought. I am so dead meat.

Sara shook her head as her brother tried to help. Taking the matters into her own hands, she asked Lilly, "What type of mutant is she again?"
Lilly told her 'bat', and Sara just began to laugh. "then we have nothing further to worry about... Our short-lived search is over." Just as she finished talking Nadia fell through the trees above, flying over to where Lilly was standing and hiding behind her legs. Drew was so surprised he jumped, but Lilly just seemed overjoyed. Sara introduced her brother and herself to Nadia but she continued to be shy, only blinking up at her. Then everyone in the clearing stiffened as they noticed a pebble drop from the trees above and fall to the ground with a 'click'. Drew reached into his back pocket with his right hand, pulling out a revolving hand-gun, while he pulled up on the second layer of his shirt with his left hand so that it covered most of his face and hid his identity. Sara's ears pressed flat against her head and she collapsed onto all fours, growling. "You know what I just realized Lilly? That cat I was smelling wasn't you after all... we have a visitor."

Swiftfur squeaked in surprise as the tall male human pulled out a revolver.
Shuddering uncontrollably, memories flashed through her.
Her sister with the human boy, her sister fighting in the battle, her sister, pushing the human boy out of the path of a bullet and taking it herself.
Standing up tall and forcing herself to be brave, she called down below, "Don't shoot me!"
She reached up and snagged her camera off of a branch and turned it off, placing it in her satchel.
Judging from how far the pebble had gone, she should be able to get down safely.
crouching at the edge of a wide branch, she stood up, and leaped, landing right in front of the tall human.
Still seeing that he had the revolver, she whipped the long bow from her back and drew an arrow from in the belt of arrows that circled it.
Spinning around, she aimed her arrow at the wolf mutant, the bat mutant, and finally, the small girl human.
Realizing that she was overreacting, she replaced the bow on her back and stammered, "I-I'm terribly sorry I gave you s-such a s-scare. I was on my way to find out about the R-Revolution when I heard v-voices."

Sara began to growl louder as the new mutant pulled out her bow, barely relaxing at all even after she put it away and apologized. Drew lowered his gun very slowly so that it now pointed at the ground, but he didn't remove the cover on his face nor put the revolver completely away.
"who are you?" Sara rumbled, lifting up off her legs and into a low squat, he ears still pulled low over her hair. "Where did you come from, were you followed, Are there any other mutants that will be popping into our lives, and what the hell is this 'Revolution' everyone keeps mentioning‽"
Sara began to yell now, frustrated with all the unwanted company and surprises. Drew on the other hand was completely calm and collected. If anything were to happen, he would be ready to protect both his sister and himself from harm.