So remind me. What is there in this place?

[Swanglider]

Swanglider padded through the odd few reeds at the brim of the lake, returning to her Clan with two fish.
"One for the Capitol and one for me if I can smuggle it." She meowed to herself ever so quietly through a mouthful of fish.

Arriving at the Collectors den, Swanglider dropped the fish, galnced around and quickly retreated out witht he remaining one.

As she arrived to her own tiny den made of one bush, she settled down on her nest, the only thing there was room for besides herself and started to eat the fish.

After she finished her meal she decided to go and see if there was anyone willing to trade. She found a stem of catnip which might be popular in the market. Maybe someone wanted some. And as far as Swanglider could remember, Civilian's could trade as long as it didn't intefere with the collection going to the Capitol.

[Reedfur]

Reedfur was wandering around the camp, looking for something to trade for. He had found some burdock root earlier that day, and needed to trade it.

[Swanglider]

"You there!" Swanglider called to Reedfur as he came int her sight. The recently promoted-from-student dilute calico padded forwards after snatching up the catnip from a small hole she had dug in her nest.
"Got anything to trade for a bit of catnip?" She quizzed, careful not to breath it in. She didn't want to go loopy. Even though there weren't many Peacekeepers around she didn't want to be arrested and punished for creating havoc.

[Brook Pawn]

"I don't have much. Just some burdock root." Reedfur mewed shyly. He dropped the root in front of Swanglider. "I'm Reedfur, whats your name?" Reedfur asked politely.

[Reedfur]

OOC: Wrong account... Sorry!

[Swanglider]

"Burdock root." The calico mused, staring at the.
"Sure. I've been spotting a few rats around here recently." Burdock root was one of the few herbs School taught you. Swanglider had no idea on how she remembered it considering how many healing lessons she and other cats in her group had recieved.

Dropping the catnip on the floor, Swanglider realised Reedfur had introduced himself.
"Swanglider. You still at School?"

OOC || Alright. I've done it before :)

[Reedfur]

"Yeah, but it seems that food has been really scarce. I tend to err- Scavage what I can. He mewed happily. " And by the way, nice meeting you!"

[Swanglider]

"Rats probably killed everything." Swanglider shrugged. Before you knew it the place would probably be overrun with the little rodents. Be something to eat, but also something else to add onto teh list of dangers. Life was hard enough with the ever-present danger of being put in the Games.
"Nice meeting you." Swanglider replied with a grin.
"You must be nearly finished School right?" She meowed after a long silence.
"You certainly look it anyway." She shrugged.

[Reedfur]

"I've actually jsut graduated, thanks." He mewed happily.
"What are you? Collector?" He asked.

OOC: How old is Swanglider?

[Swanglider]

OOC || 1 year three months

IC || Swanglider meowed her congrats to Reedfur before putting a look of pure disgust on her face.
"Never." She spoke with such ferocity that she actually surprised herself.
"Those horrible creatures!" But then a thought struck her.

"You ain't one are you?"

[Reedfur]

"Not yet." he mewed, feeling oddly uncomfortable at this she-cats behavior towards collectors. "I will work for them next moon." Reedfur purred, his voice trailing off sadly.

[Swanglider]

Swanglider's eyes widened as he informed her of his plans.
"Why?" She was sure glad now that she hadn't told him about how she smuggled her mouse out of the Collection den. That would have been b-a-a-a-d.

[Reedfur]

"Because. What else can I do? I have no den- and I haven't had prey in weeks. I was thinking that maybe- as a collecto-"His voice cuts off as he fights back tears.

[Rarefur]

Rarefur padded along, her tail high as she looked around.