I have been meaning to start writing fanfiction for some time now, but finally got the motivation since this storyline fascinates me way too much. The next chapter will be longer, but I just wanted to see what the initial response to my writing would bring. Hope you enjoy it, and please review! I love feedback and ideas are always welcomed! I do not own The 100.

As the sun creeped above the tree tops and scattered it's rays throughout the cluttered camp, a tree branch swayed softly beneath the feet of a shadowed figure. Her clothes were made of toughened material that blended well with the deeper shades of soggy leaves, but if not for the mud combed into her light blonde hair her position would've been compromised. It wasn't as if she had any reason to fear being found for she hadn't initiated any harmful acts, but after observing the rambunctious teens she didn't doubt that they'd leap at the chance to show their new-found strength.

Her eyebrows crinkled inward as she narrowed her eyes in on the group crowding the entrance of the camp, attempting to listen into the chatter that reverberated back towards her. A shallow sigh traced her lips as she crept through the branches, careful to keep her feet steady on the soggy branches. She wasn't too far away from the cluster now, merely 12 feet overhead and a few yards off from their position on the ground. Her breathing quieted as she bent low on her branch, pressing her back into the trunk in an attempt to hide herself as much as possible. If she was found she would have a short time to make her escape, and even with her experience at tree hopping she doubted she could stay out of the line of the firearms being waved around currently.

"Hey!" A shout cracked the air and sent her body back against the tree as she stiffened, searching for the person who had spoken, fearing the worse. Her foot fidgeted on the branch and slid slightly, causing the branch to shake before she brought it back. Her breathing had hitched, but no other noise had escaped her. And lucky she was for despite the voice calling out to a friend, the shuffle in the branch had caused the guard's attention to swivel towards her treeline. A few moments slipped by in silence as a man a few years older than the others held a hand up to silence the crowd. Their gazes shifted between the group of trees, but with the brush of a breeze swaying the trees her movement was soon ignored.

Thank god. She let out a breath before weaving back towards her old post in the trees, hoping to get a good distance built up so that she could leap down and report back to camp. Scouting the sky people wasn't as exciting as she had hoped it to be when she had originally volunteered for the task. It had been over a week and all she had seen was a few tussles, sloppy sex, and a badly organized hunting parties returning with wounds after striking each other in the confusion. Amusing, but definitely not as fascinating as discovering a new species of human.

A soft hmph drew out over her breath as she slipped down onto a lower branch, eyes scraping over the undergrowth. The green remained still and after a moment of silence she slipped down from the branch, hitting the ground lightly in a crouched position. A rustle echoed from behind her and her body was turned within the second, her hand up in front of her chest clutching a long knife. Her eyes scanned the green growth as she scrambled backwards and up to her feet. The rustling had halted, but the feel of eyes on her still burned strong as she felt her fingers clench around the blade's hilt.

"Reveal yourself," she hissed. The crinkling of leaves crackled through the air as she moved her other hand back to sit on the long blade that protruded from the sheath strapped to her back. "Come out, coward."

A man slunk out from behind the brush, a mop of messy brown hair grazing the goggles that were fixed over his eyes. Were they for protection? Her hand drew the sword out of its sheath as she held it out in front of her, a sly grin dripping over her lips as she put the knife back away into its sheath at her hip and traded the sword into her dominant hand. "Retreat." The word was a growl, and the boy appeared both startled and angered by her demand for him to flee. Her eyes grazed over his features as his muscles tensed, and she spotted the slight crinkle of his right hand as it hid something behind his thigh. The smirk fell as she lashed out with the sword in a quick sweep, forcing him to fall back so that she could have the chance to turn and rush away through the brush. It wasn't a proud thing to do-to retreat from a fight she knew she'd win- but she wasn't about to alert the others to her position and give them a reason to slaughter her and her people.

A crashing noise followed close behind, and she quickened her pace as she lengthened her stride and hopped over uneven surfaces, hoping her experience on the terrain will give her an advantage. She heard a soft muttering of voices behind her but ignored their far away conversations as she paused at a stream, wrapping her head around the confusing thoughts that suctioned her feet to the spot. She wasn't stupid enough to lead them towards her camp, and knew better than to continue her flailing sprint through the forest. If they had any trackers she'd be tracked down easily and end up on a spit within hours. A grunt passed her lips as she trudged through the stream, keeping her head up as she listened in for any voices or footsteps behind her. It was very quiet, but she doubted it would remain. No doubt they'd regroup and set out after her.

"I can retreat to the cave or hideout in the trees." She murmured slightly before taking off back into the forest, shuffling up a tree after jogging a good mile from the stream. "That should do just fine for-" She was cut off by a loud pang and groan as a bullet struck the branch she perched on, and the branch groaned before dropping her like a dead weight to the ground. She had reached up to snag a branch, but only managed to cause herself to land outstretched on her side.

"You got her!" A yell snapped her out of her confusion as she scrambled to her feet, forcing the dizzy fit to subside as she unsheathed her sword and swept it out in front of her. It snagged the shirt of a boy rushing her and to her delight he let out a yelp of surprise and pain. A smirk crept across her lips before falling back into a straight line. She could see three boys currently: the one with the ripped shirt and two others positioned behind him and off to the side. Her hair swept over her shoulder as she jerked her body back and forth, sweeping the sword through the air as she eyed the men.

A crack sounded behind her and she twisted quickly to face the eldest man in the camp, the one who she had deemed the leader. The handle of a gun cracked against her head, and she crumpled slowly to the ground with an audible groan. Her eyes swept groggily over the space before slipping closed, the image of the man who struck her smirking glued to her eyelids.

A faint voice trickled to her as she felt a hand grab harshly at her arms, "Count your lucky stars, they may be your last." And with that she felt herself sink away as unconsciousness drowned out the world.

Please review! If it isn't clear the main focus point is currently Clarke, who is a grounder, and the first boy she runs into is Jasper. The man to knock her out was Bellamy. Hope you enjoyed the chapter; I promise the next one will be longer!

Chapter 2 will be published on 1/21. Got any chapter name ideas? Tell me in a review!