Traveller

Four

Tristam rolled over and stretched, every muscle in his body tensing, then relaxing, rejuvenating and refreshing his tired and sore being. Training was rough. Relentless, some would say. Two partners sparring against each other until one either cried uncle, or fell to the floor in exhaustion.
He didn't mind, though. Battle could strike at any moment. After all, there were various threats all around them, all throughout the forest. And, without proper training, if a warrior got caught alone or in a small patrol, they'd be history. Plus, he enjoyed pushing himself, mentally and physically. Physical activity, to him, at least, was fun. Even the soreness in his limbs wasn't much of a problem; it let him know that he was working new parts of his body- building strength and power, so that he can be the best warrior he could.
Patrols, however, were something he could not stand. Dawn, midday, dusk, or midnight, he hated them. They were always so boring- so... mind numbing. So much so, that he'd rather jump in the lake in the middle of winter than go on one. But, unfortunately, they were a part of life here. And here is where he chose to be, surrounded by family who would take a bullet for him. Most of them, anyway.
He rolled back over on his back, the milky gray light of dawn peeking through the small opening in the front of his tent. The camp was just sparking to life. The midnight patrol stumbled through the camp entrance, rubbing their eyes and yawning. No sooner than they arrived, the dawn patrol took their place.
Tristam chuckled, voice thick with sleep, and cast a small glance at Rogue, who snored loudly, mouth open.
"Nice." Tristam hissed, sitting up and, once again, stretching the muscles in his arms. He flopped back down, not seeming to find any motivation to leave the warm, comforting bed.
'I'll stay here until sunrise.' He decided. 'No later.'

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Rebel felt her chest tighten. Who was Monstercat, and what did he want?

Revenge, maybe?

"Hey, don't worry. He only wants to talk." Laura placed a gentle, reassuring hand on her shoulder. Rebel, much to her curiosity and dismay, instantly felt calmer. She nodded slightly, eyes calling a 'thank you' to Laura.
"I'll go and get him." And with that, Laura padded out of the tent, leaving Rebel to fend for herself.
She stood up gingerly and limped across the room to a long wall mirror. Taking a good look at herself, she sighed. Seeing how much she'd let herself go before the attack made her realize just how bad it had effected her.
Her normally soft, brown hair was dull and matted with, most likely, blood. She looked at her hands. Knuckles bruised and scraped, fingers crossed with cuts and scratches.
She looked into the eyes of the figure staring back at her. They were dull- dark and glazed. This wasn't her...
She took a step back, shaking her reeling head, then sat back down on her bed, tears stinging her eyes. She willed them to stop, her eyes drying as her gaze trailed around the room.
"Just, be gentle with her, Monstercat. She's traumatized." She heard Laura warn- plead, more like. She heard a deep rumble from outside, presumably Monstercat. They were speaking, but their voice was so deep that it was incoherent from where Rebel sat.
'Good god, what am I up against..?' She thought. She expected a huge, terrifying figure to burst in the room, but instead, a small cat bounded in on all fours. It was jet-black, had a large, smiling mouth with only canine teeth(though Rebel was sure there were more hidden), soft looking paws, a long tail, and headphones that never touched its ears.
Rebel blinked. Maybe she was a bit more scarred than she thought...