Hello, and welcome to my first ever story here! Of course, since this is my first story, constructive criticism is welcome, just please, for the love of god, don't make it rude or anything, if this isn't that great, just tell me what I need to do to get better, and I'll try my best!

This story is rated T mainly just out of safety purposes, but there will be some strong language every now and then. This story also takes place in team RWBY's SECOND year, so the events in season 3 hadn't happened... well, yet at least, heheh.

Now, about the main premise of the story; this story is about my own team, simple as that. I know that there are a lot of these out there (obvious as hell fact is obvious as hell), but I hope mine might be able to separate itself from those, and not just be "one of those types of stories".

But anyway, I'm not gonna waste much more of your time (if you even took the time to read this that is), so let's just get on with the story! ENJOY! (Or don't I guess, your decision)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story and team SMOK (Smoke)... I mean really, if you thought otherwise, get mental help, please


Vale is a big place, lots of people, huge buildings, overall a place that you could get lost in your first time going threw if you're not careful. But, while big city's such as Vale are great to see, big city's also seem to have some type of issue when it comes to crime, specifically robberies, whether it's building robberies, or just straight up taking something from an individual and running off. And if you're new to the city, it can be quite the rude welcome.

And here's an example:

'Why did I have to leave without Alex to show me around, ugh, this is why I have trust issues', was the thought going threw the head of the newest victim of said rude welcome.

A young teenage girl, around sixteen years old, wearing a navy blue short-sleeved jacket with a black undershirt, black leggings, and black knee high combat boots, and blue bracelets on her wrists was running threw the streets (well sidewalks more like, but just roll with it), searching for the low life that had taken one of her most precious belongings; her mother's necklace. The girl had waist length silver hair that was slightly wavy and dyed a sort of metallic black at the bottom, and her eyes were like a blood red crimson. Her eyes would probably be the first thing to jump out at you, if it weren't for another, just as unmissable detail:

This girl was a faunas, and she had the slightly gray cat ears on the top her head to prove it.

And that's probably why she was the one to get robbed tonight. You see, faunas aren't exactly like "normal" society, because they are not "qualified" to be seen as exactly that, or so most "normal" people would more than likely tell you. Faunas, for as long as they've existed, have pretty much been the laughing stock and the punching bag of the world, and just because of how they were born. They've always been seen as nothing more than literal animals, with the exception of precious few people.

There are some faunas who have just decided to give up the fight for equality and respect, and just try to live as good of a life as they can, but there are still those brave few that still do pursue the fight. The most notable of these faunas are an organized group named the "White Fang", but they don't exactly take the peaceful route for equality anymore, not like they once did at least. The White Fang at the beginning were a peaceful protesting group, they went marching down the streets, with signs in hand, shouting and protesting for equality and rights. But most humans witnessing these events weren't always approving of it, and "things" happened during these events.

Things like riots, things like shootings, things like beatings, and pretty much anything else that had anything to do with physical harm. And eventually they just couldn't take it anymore. After the original founder of the White Fang stepped down, a new one stepped in, and he did not exactly have peaceful intentions. He quickly turned the White Fang from a peaceful group, to a very dangerous threat to life. He turned their protest marches into robberies, assassinations, and pretty much anything else that could be put under the category of threatening.

And now, after years of this, the White Fang got the respect they wanted, but it was not out of understanding, but out of fear, and it also has served to only further the stereotypes that say that faunas are nothing more than just animals.

And now, here's an unfortunate and undeserving victim of those stereotypes, running threw the city desperately to find the one that took her necklace that was given to her by her mother before she died, she couldn't lose it, she had to find it!

She felt she was on the right track for the most part and keeping up well, her cat ears giving her better hearing ability, making it less of just a blind run threw the city, looking for some random guy.

She had been running for a few minutes now, looking at just about any sign that could get her to her robber, after all, she absolutely HAD to find this guy, she can't let her mother's necklace be straight up stolen, just because of her own carelessness, she couldn't let her memento of her mother get away!

As she rounded the corner of a building to go down yet another street to search, she was met with an unexpected, but relieving sight.

The same robber that had taken her necklace was stopped in front of four other girls, and looking every which way, his path effectively blocked. One girl had short brunette hair with red tips with a way-to-big looking scythe as a weapon drawn, another girl had long, messy golden hair with what looked like gauntlets on around her wrists, and the other girl had long raven hair with a sword drawn at her side.

But the last girl is what caught her attention. The last girl had long, snow white hair in a side ponytail with a rapier in hand, and in a duelists stance. 'She's a Schnee, isn't she?' she thought with wide eyes.

The faunas girl recovered rapidly and she could tell, judging by their weapons, they were huntresses, or at least in training. 'I've never met any other hunters or huntresses other than Alex before, cool' she thought. She normally would've tried to get a better look at what they actually looked like beyond that prediction, but right now at this moment, she didn't really care, she just wanted to get her freaking necklace back, and get back to her hotel room with her sister, and just be done with this night.

Just as it looked like the robber was going to try to make another run for it, she ran up to him and swiftly threw a punch his way, the man having no idea she was coming, and hit him squarely in the jaw, completely blindsiding him. As he was still staggering back, trying to regain his balance, she activated her own weapons. Her bracelets expanded a little before azure colored blades came out of them, making her bracelets into wrist blades of sorts. She looked at the four girls, all of which looking at her wide-eyed, with their jaws hanging slightly open in surprise at her unexpected entrance to the scene, and she mentally made a note to thank them for their interference with the robber.

She looked back at said robber with anger very evident in her crimson eyes, seeing that he had just about regained his balance, but still hadn't gotten over the shock of the sudden blow.

"Enough", she said in a low voice, vexation very easy to pick up in her tone, "I'm done with following you around this stupid city. Give me back my necklace, and I promise you you'll get out of here without the need of an ambulance."

The man chuckled at hearing this. "You think you can actually beat me YOURSELF? You're a little girl, with toys a bit to dangerous for you to play with at your age. Sure, you got a good hit on me there, but that was only a cheap shot, I doubt a freakish kid such as yourself could actually take me straight on."

"Let us handle this", the brunette behind her spoke up, "We can take care of him and get your stuff ba-"

"I don't need your help!", the silver haired girl snapped, cutting the scythe wielder off while glaring at her, "I can take him by myself just fine."

"Well at least you got fire kid, I'll give you that", the man cackled, "but I'm afraid that will only get you so far in the real world, freak. But if you really insist on it, than I can spare some time to teach that to you personally.", he said, taking out a gun from his pocket and pointing it directly at the girl.

Just as he was about to cock it and fire, someone jumped down from the little shop they were in front of, landing gracefully and quickly charging at the man, with purple hued daggers in hand, swinging the dagger in her right hand down in a vertical slice.

The man yelped, jumping back at the last second and narrowly avoiding the strike, but his gun wasn't so lucky, as it was knocked out of his hand, and slid across the street away from him.

The faunas girl was surprised at first at the new arrival, but quickly recovered to observe who it was. The new entrant had jet black hair that went slightly down past her waist, and her eyes were a misty gray. She was wearing a long-sleeved black top that showed the bottom of her stomach, tight blue jeans, and black boots that went halfway up her shin's. The new girl was around seventeen years old, and was also a cat faunas, as her own, black cat ears on top of her head was any indication.

The silver haired girl teen immediately recognized who it was, and I slight smile crossed her lips. It was her childhood friend, Koel Marceleine.

"Hey Koel, how did you know something was going on?", she asked.

"I just have a feeling something is always going on when it comes to you Silver," Koel replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's never a surprise when you're in some kind of trouble, believe me."

The robber meanwhile was starting to have second thoughts about the whole situation, now trying to think of a way out of this since he didn't have his gun now. "Alright, this is not worth it. Here, take your stupid oh-so-precious piece of jewelery already.", He said, throwing the necklace down on the ground, turning around and running from the scene, leaving his gun behind in the process.

The six girls watched him run, figuring that chasing after him again wasn't worth it. As they all deactivated and put away their weapons, Silver walked and picked up the necklace, putting it back on and clipping the ends of it around the back of her neck. She tilted her head down, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"You always have perfect timing, don't you Koel?" She asked Koel, her eyes still closed, and Koel only smiling bashfully in response, blushing slightly.

Silver turned around to face the four other girls with a slight smile, "Thank you for your interference as well" She said in a grateful, yet vigilant voice, "If you hadn't gotten in his way, I probably would've been chasing shadows all night."

The four girls glanced at each other briefly, and then the brunette stepped forward.

"No problem, we're supposed to help with stuff like this." she said.

"Well still, thank you. This necklace means a lot to me, I don't know what I would've done if that guy got away with it." Silver said.

With that, Silver and Koel turned and started to walk back to their hotel, but a glyph appeared in front of them, stopping them.

"What!?" They both exclaimed in surprise.

She and Koel whipped back around to look back at the four supposed huntresses with wide, alert eyes, seeing that the white haired girl had her hand outstretched towards them. 'It was her that made that glyph appear wasn't it? Of course it was the Schnee' she thought with rancor.

"We're sorry, but you're going to have to come with us real quick." the predicted Schnee said, no emotion heard in her voice, it almost sounded automatic.

Koel instinctively took a step back with wide, startled eyes, while Silver put her arms slightly up, suddenly ready to activate her wrist blades again.

"...why?", Silver asked, misgiving obvious in her eyes and voice.

"Don't worry", the raven haired girl said, trying to reassure the now very on edge girls, "we're not taking you to some terrible place or whatever you were thinking, we're just authorized by our professors at Beacon to take people like you to Beacon for questioning. It's not smart to literally run and jump into a situation such as that one, no matter what had happened to cause it."

'So they are huntresses, or training to be at least'

And Silver had to admit, she had a point. She hadn't really thought about any possible consequences that could've come out of it, and she was sure that Koel was thinking the same. She made sure to think this situation threw however, and sighed.

"...fine, whatever."

She was about to start walking towards the four girls, but was stopped by Koel grabbing her arm and turning her around to face her. "Silver, are you SURE" Koel whispered, distrust prevalent in her voice, "They're HUMANS, and one of them is a Schnee for crying out loud! Do you really think we can trust them?"

"I know Koel," she responded with her own whisper, "But if we just try to oppose them, we'll cause more issues than we would if we just go with them. Don't worry, we'll be fine."

Koel gave her an objective look, but knew she was right, and sighed in defeat. "Alright, I trust you."

"Then let's go, the longer we're here, the more time we're wasting!" The blonde exclaimed, turning on her heels, and walking off towards Beacon, the rest following, Silver and Koel lagging behind them just a bit, both thinking why they needed to go with them in the first place.


"Just wait in here and relax for now, a professor will be here in a few minutes." Was all they were told, before the four huntresses in training left them after dropping them off in an interrogation room of sorts.

'Relax? Really, you tell us to relax after dumping us into an INTERROGATION room? Give us a break.' Silver thought in annoyance.

Koel was sitting in a chair in front of a table, looking quite nervous to say the least, while Silver just stood in the back corner of the room behind her, leaning on the wall, with a look of indignation plain on her face.

After a few minutes, the door swung open, revealing a mid-to-late 30's looking woman with short and slightly curled hair, and behind her was a middle aged, maybe older, man with gray hair and glasses with a walking cane in one hand, and a mug of coffee in the other, and they walked in towards the two faunas girls.

The woman wasted no time in questioning them. "So one of our teams informed us that the both of you confronted a burglar out on the streets. Do you have any idea what the consequences could've been? Did you even think of anything that could've happened to you, or the team out there, or the people and buildings around you?" She relentlessly interrogated the two.

Koel averted her eyes to the surface of the table, unsure of how to answer the constant questioning, a blush of embarrassment coming to the surface of her cheeks. Silver, on the other hand, just shrugged and looked down to the floor. "All I have to say about it is that nothing actually DID happen." Silver responded in a low voice, annoyance still clear in her speech. "Besides, we can take care of ourselves, we have weapons for a reason, it's not like we're completely defenseless." She said, looking back at the blonde professor with narrowed eyes.

Before the woman could again go on relentlessly, the man sat down in the chair opposite of Koel, placed his mug down on the table, and cleared his throat. "Now, need to get so uptight," the man reassured in a calm voice, "We just wanted to be sure that you understand the possible results that could have come out of your actions."

"But I do have a quick question for the two of you," he said, the two teens now looking at him curiously, "Do you know who I am?"

Koel looked confused at the seemingly random question. No she did not know who this strange man was, but after a moment of confusion from both the girls, Silver answered his question.

"You're professor Ozpin, headmaster at Beacon Academy." Silver replied in a flat voice.

"And you're Silver Porcello, sister to one my greatest students here, Alexandrite Porcello. You're sister has sent me countless amounts of videos of you sparring, fighting, and training," Ozpin told her with a chuckle at the end, "I have one more question for you. Do you have any interest in coming here to Beacon?" He questioned.

Silver looked at him blankly for a moment, before responding. "Yes, I plan on applying to come here in about a year."

"As I figured," Ozpin responded, "You have quite the teacher, and you have quite the skill set for someone your age, it would be a shame to see it not be utilized. Well, I have one more question for you then."

He waited a few moments before standing from his chair and looking directly at Silver, looking her in the eyes.

"How would you like to come to my academy right now?"


And that's the first chapter! Again, if it wasn't that great, say what needs to be done, and I'll try to do what I can. If, by some chance, you did enjoy it and want to see more, first of all I thank you, and second, I'm not sure how often updates will be. After all, I'm a high school student in his junior year, so things are going to get pretty hellish for me pretty soon, so updates might fluctuate in frequency a bit, but I'll TRY to keep an even somewhat decent updating pattern.

But now, I've pretty much said all I want to say for now, so until next chapter, CYA!