Birdie walked into The City, sticking to the shadows. It was uncharacteristically hot today, and she wanted to cool down. She wasn't too worried about being quiet, she knew there were gangs in the city but they tended to pick on the Rats.

After a bit of walking she thought she saw something. She froze, looking around, trying to figure out who or what it was. Finnaly her eyes landed on a skinny boy with black hair that was roughly shaved on the sides. He was a Rat, all legs and no muscle. She watched, trying to see if he had anything worth fighting over.

"Something shiny, if you wouldn't mind," she said softly, still smiling. "Good luck!" She went back to studying the small knife Demeter had made. It was a great prototype, but she wasn't sure where she could find strong enough cloth that wasn't already in use. She would never take supplies if they could be needed by someone else. Besides, she hadn't even tested it, and didn't know that she could be sure it would work how she had intended. She went on puzzling over it for a while, before looking back through the meager supply of unused materials.

Kiara thumbed her locket as she scanned the area. She'd stumbled across a long since collapsed building. She could tell by the way vegetation was growing over the rumble. The best thing about such a find as this was that there was a high chance that there could be undiscovered pockets of valuable essentials hidden away untouched. It would take some work to search through all the rubble, but the potential rewards would be worth it. Taking one last look from her vantage point and straining her ears for sounds of danger, she tucked her locket back in her shirt and made her way down from her vantage point to begin searching the rubble.

Conrad sat on the side of his bed, making a few last minute tweaks to his bow. He plucked the string of the bow, making sure it was sturdy enough to use. Everything seemed in good working order, but Conrad knew that it could never hurt to double-check. With a sigh, he set the bow down and turned to the arrows. He had made them the way his father taught him by taking sturdy branches, shaving them down, sharpening them, and using natural things to stabalize them and keep their paths straight. If there was one thing Conrad prided himself on, it was his skill with a bow. He had gotten pretty handy with it in his early years, and now that he had a great deal of practice hunting for everyone at Haven, his aim was close to perfection. Still, there's always room for improvement, he thought to himself. Maybe I can go on another hunting trip, or a scavenging trip through the city. I could use extra practice.

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Conrad stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. "It's about time I get out and do something", he grumbled. He had been on sentry duty for a week, and he was looking forward to getting out. Sure, he enjoyed staying at Haven, but being able to go out and travel through the Wilds and the City. It was dangerous, but at least he could bring more supplies back with him. He could even take some of the Kids along. They seemed old enough for it, and numbers meant strength, especially in the City. Kai would be a good one. He was strong, and he seemed like he was brave (or reckless) enough to face danger when it came. Yes, that seemed like a good plan.

Cade walked away, slinking into the shadows. He walked around for a bit, making sure he was hidden. Cade scanned the area, trying to spot people, food scraps, campsites, anything that would lead him to a potential target for his stealing.

After a couple minutes he came aross a gang. They would looked like a normal group of Wolves to anyone else but the small matching 'earings' glinted in the sun. They weren't earings, but rather small bits of metal playing the role. 'Earings' were often used to symbolize gang affiliations, something Cade had to be mindful of.

Cade knew that he had promised Phantom not steal from gangs, but this one had what looked like a dead bird, something Cade and Phantom could make last several days. Besides, by the look of them Cade knew he could outrun them. He crept up, waiting till they were focused on something else. He snuck up and grabbed the bird, he wanted to go unnoticed but he hit a peice of scrap metal, drawing everyone to look at him.

Cade took the bird and sprinted, not looking back. This gang probably knew the area better than he did so he just kept running, knowing they would tire out soon.

Birdie looked at the Rat, sizing him up. Rats weren't ever worth fighting, they never put up a fight and ran away, plus they barely ever had anything worth taking. Birdie kept walking, trying to find anything that could hold water. She wasn't even sure if 'her' water source had still gone undiscovered. There were probably a group of Wolves or Rats camping out by it, using it.

She was hungry, sure, but she could find something later. Water was more useful than food. Plus it had been too long since she'd had a fight for her liking, maybe she could find another Wolf to take from.

Blaise's patience was rewarded by a meager meal after several hours of waiting for the gang to move on. As expected, they ate most of the good meat, leaving only scraps behind. It was better than starving though. Blaise had starved before, back when he first lost use of his legs and wasn't as desperate as he was now. His legs trailed uselessly behind him as he dragged himself to the abandoned carcass. Despite how low he'd sunk, both literally and metaphorically, Blaise had come to realize that he didn't want to die. He wasn't sure how he planned on doing it, but somehow he would find a way to make it. He doubted he could get in a gang, they usually required their members to be able to physically carry their weight. As he dug into the scraps the gang had left behind, Blaise continued to ponder some ideas on how to not die while being paralyzed from the waist down.

Briar Evylin Rose 'Thorn' | Wolf | M: Birdie

Thorn looked through the contents of the abandoned suitcase. A few shirts, shoes and an old sock -ewwww- but nothing worth taking. Thorn's stomach growled again and a pang of hunger reminded her what she was supposed to be looking for: food. Or even water, either would be fine. With a frown, Thorn got up and went to find Birdie, the one other person she could just about stand.