Name: Well, in this world, Nightpool. In other ones, Cho Chang.

Location: Fourtrees, England (I think)

Nightpool sat rigid, waiting for the Gathering to start. RiverClan had not arrived yet, so they might be a long wait still ahead.

"Look at that WindClan tom!" Orangeblossom hissed. Nightpool looked over, uninterested. A WindClan tom was-- Darkpool let out a small gasp of dissaproval and shock.

"Showing off battle moves!? At a Gathering?! Some cats now don't know shame nor humility." Nightpool said, dissaproval coming off of her in waves.

Orangeblossom licked Darkpool's ear soothingly. "I should like to give him a good clawing!" Nightpool exclaimed fervantly.

"Y'know," Orangeblossom mewed. "I haven't seen him at all before now." Nightpool looked back at him, her interest growing. He was a dark tabby, with dark amber eyes.

Mistystar strode into the clearing, followed by some of the cats in her Clan. "Oh! I see Shadefur!" Orangeblossom exclaimed, bounding off towards her friend. Dawnpelt, a pretty white gold and white cat, as well as Nightpool's sister, strode forward, sitting down next to her.

"Where's Orangeblossom going?" Dawnpelt asked. "To see Shadepelt." Nightpool murmured quietly. "I'm afraid she's a little too close to those RiverClan cats." Dawnpelt mewed.  "And Foxfang has his eye on her too." Dawnpelt mewed with disapproval.

"She should try settling down with Slatestone." Dawnpelt added. "They're fairly close, and Slatestone would be thrilled."

A yowl sounded over by the WindClan tom, and Nightpool hissed in fury. "What's wrong?" Dawnpelt asked. "That filthy brute of a WindClan cat is showing off his battle moves! At a Gathering!"

"Oh, he's just dramatically retelling the story of how he defeated a dog on the way to join the Clans." Dawnpelt mewed in an offhand way.

"You mean he isn't a Clan cat?"

"No,"

"A filthy rogue! Even worse!"

"You sure are paranoid." Dawnpelt mewed in amazement.

"What?"

"Never mind."

~~~~~~

Name: Brookeria

Location: New Avengers Facility, Upstate New York

"I still can't figure these signals out!" Brooke exclaimed, clenching her fists and whirling her chair around.

A head poked in the door. Steve Rodgers, A.K.A, Captain America. "Is everything alright?" he asked, looking a little worried. Brooke made little shooing motions with her hands.

"Everything's fine, it's just when I think I've finallly proven that other dimensions exsist, and I get a program up and running that can detect these signals, it doesn't make sense!"

"You know what, that didn't make sense." she added after a moment. "C'mere." She said, bekoning to him.

"This map shows that all of America contains several dimensions. Most of the stronger signals in California and New York.

"Then I have a fairly decent signal coming from England, and two gigantic signals coming from over in the South Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific."

"So what does that mean?"

"That's the thing! I have no idea!" Brooke sighed. "Could you get Bruce for me? He's the only one who's even slightly interested in this."

"I'm interested!" he said quickly.

"But you don't understand. No offense, Cap."

"None taken." 

Name: Leafpool

Location: District 12

Leafpool hugged herself as she went to stand with the other thirteen year olds. Of course, she had entered for Tessarae so that the rest of her family would be able to eat. She had five family members, not counting herself, so now there were twenty-four little paper slips which had her name on it.

She glanced around her. The others her age probably had at least the same amount as her, possibly a little smaller. The Hunger Games were instatuted a couple of generations ago, so she wasn't there for the rebellion, but there was a couple in District 12 who did remember.

"Happy Hunger Games." A woman says with false enthusiasm. "Ladies first." she says calmly. Her hand rumages around the bowl, before snagging a piece of paper. "Leafpool." She says with the same serenity as before.

Leafpool gave a small yelp and stepped forward. The woman continued, but Leafpool was so shocked, that she just tuned it out.

One of the trainers stood nearby, a curious expression on his face. He was dressed in black clothes, with a scraggly beard of the same color, and brown eyes with a twinkle to them.

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Name: Mirax Terrik

Location: Somewhere in the Core

Mirax was on her to meet a new contact on Courscant, which meant she'd have to play it safe. Because her job wasn't the most ... er, legal.

Paperwork. Check.

Slicing tools, as her new client said he wanted something done right away. Check.

Blaster. Check.

Vibroblade. Check.

Back-up vibroblade. Check.

Back-up back-up vibroblade. Double check.

All set? You bet.

She docked in front of a large, rather impressive looking apartment . He had told her to meet him there. So, she thought. Let's see what happens.

She strode in, her head held high. Yes, she was probably the best slicer of her age. Did she really care? No, not really. Just as long as it brought credits in.

The woman at the desk stopped her with a, "What are you doing?" Mirax smiled sweetly at her saying, "I'm on my way to see my uncle." she said.

"Ah. Your uncle's name?"

"Er, Davneal Halwitt?"

"Oh. Him. First floor, third door on the right."

"Thank you." Mirax said, wondering why the woman seemed to dislike him. 

~~~~~

Sloth says wbdb. Wubdub? You want to play with Wubdub? Well, alright ... 

*Raises hand*

Hey Cho! I saw that there were still a few spots open in this CB story, and I wondered if I could still join. If so, here's the sheet:

Name: Joan B. of Arc

Age: 13 1/2

CB appearance: Dark Blue eyes, long brown hair, a jagged scar across my face from the top of my right eyebrow, to the bottom of my left eye, armor, no helmet, boots, a satchel slung across my body, daggers inside of my boots, and a sword. 

Personality: Loyal, trustworthy, friendly, quick/hot temper, doesn't trust anyone till I first get to know them better.

Fandom from which thee hails from: Narnia

Weapon (if any): Sword, daggers.

Powers (if any): None

Additional info in which needs to be added: None that I can think of at the moment...  

Name: Joan B. of Arc

Location: Cair Paravel

Joan's eyes flashed as she continued directing the drills. The men must be fit. She had recently recieved little bits of information that made her worry.

That Queen Susan and King Edmund might be in danger.

This was indeed worrying news, and no one wanted it to come to blows, but if it did ... they would wish to be prepared.

"Men, you are dismissed." Joan barked. After they had left, Joan sat down heavily on the ground, her head in her hands.

A dark haired girl, in her early twenties swept into the room. She stopped when she saw Joan, nearly on the verge of tears. "Joan," she said. "Joan, dear, whatever is the matter?"

Joan stood up quickly, bowing to Queen Lucy the Valiant (as you can't really curtsy with armor) and said, "Milady, whatever are we to do if Queen Susan and King Edmund are in danger?!"

"Peace, Joan. I am afraid we cannot help them now. We can only hope for the best."

"I hate feeling helpless!" Joan exclaimed vemenatly.

"As do we all." 

TOOOPPP!!!! I'm sorry, I can't post now, but hopefully I'll be able to sneak Cloud in tonight. (I has been making cake all day and is waiting for the butter to melt some.)

Yay, I just now read mine. Thanks! So...is this during the Harry Potter series? What book? Or is t after? Or is it unspecified?