Lyra's POV.
I woke at the crack of dawn, like always. The sunrise was amazing, deep oranges piercing through the sheltered tree canopy.
I looked up, and didn't see Flame. I glanced around, trying to find her, then she rocketed past me, sliding down the trunk, her cloud of red hair flying behind her.
I sighed and started to climb down, slowly. I was more of a cave person. When I reached the bottom, I saw Flame had already built a small fire.
She had her bow in her hand, her knife strapped to her arm, her throwing knives slotted into her jacket and her quiver resting on her back.
I fingered my gold sword. Flame had made her bow and I had made my crossbow, but we had struck lucky when we came to an old metal heap, where we found a set of small knives, a dagger and my sword. They weren't in bad condition, but we fixed them over the fire.
She nodded at the trees to the left, and she headed into them. I chose the path to the right and jogged over to it. I put away my sword, as I couldn't kill animals with it, but I loaded my crossbow on my wrist.
Flame's POV.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard a rustling in the bushes about ten feet away. I instinctively loaded my bow and as a rabbit flung itself at the other bushes, I let my grip loose, and my arrow sped into its eye, like always. I never missed.
Before I put the poor animal into my hunting bag, I whispered a short 'sorry' and I layed it down.
As I continued on, I shot another two rabbits and a small squirrel. I also managed to find a large patch of strawberries next to a stream. I filled my bottle and my gathering pouch, then left.
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The Street Life - Yogscast FanFic
FanfictionFlame and Lyra are sisters and best friends who have lived on the streets their whole lives. They don't think that its going to change any time soon, but when they stumble across yogtowers in their search for shelter, they get a big surprise.
