Blood on my Name

[Clarke Griffin]

Raven

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It was what everyone else would describe as a peaceful day. In many ways it was. Clarke heard birds, wonderful happy birds, sing in the trees. A soft breeze moved the leaves, made them rustle, just like the squirrels darting in and out of the trees to gather and hide supplies. Clarke was working on something similar. When she left Camp Jaha, she always had the threat of winter in the back of her mind, knowing eventually she would either freeze to death or return or have to find another form of shelter. She was currently working with a few grounders, learning from their healer, but her living arrangements there were not permanent, could not ever be permanent. Settling down meant being part of something. Being part of something meant blood. It meant death. Especially when she was involved.

Clarkes small hands traveled carefully over the herbs, avoiding the poisonous ones – for now – and instead collecting those that could actually do something good. She considered hiding a few of the rarer plants where the Arkers would find it, but decided against it. She needed to ensure her own survival, after giving her all for the others, she needed the herbs. Besides the people in Camp Jaha had at least Monty and Jasper. They knew more about herbs, than she could possibly learn with the grounders.

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Raven had simply meant to go for a walk. The sky was clear, the birds were chirping- It was peaceful, the perfect time to take a break, if only for 10 minutes. She growled in frustration, kicking a tree stump and wincing as the pain shot up her foot. She thought she knew this place well enough, how had she gotten lost? she'd kept walking, until she realized she was only getting farther away. She was in grounder territory now.

She spotted a women's small frame bent over some plants, instantly recognizing her as a grounder. She tried to slowly retreat before the girl saw her, but as she stepped back, a twig snapped under her feet. She'd been stupid- she hadn't that to bring a gun. She pulled the knife she'd brought instead from her belt, ready to defend herself.

Tag: Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke was just running her hands through a batch of herbs, trying to separate some before she cut them at the base, as she heard a twig snap. The blonde turned around to look at the source, startled much like the deer they had seen on their first day. Unlike that one, though, Clarke had her knife raised, ready to defend herself. Only this was a person she did not necessarily have to defend herself from. Given what Raven had been through and Clarke, the blonde pocketed her knife again, but she remained standing, watching her intently, as if she could read her just by staring at her. They had shared some experiences together, but in the end what happened after the massacre and with her working hard on the peace and the freedom of their friends, they never really had the chance to talk about anything. Clarke didn’t know if she wanted to. She had run away to avoid seeing them.

Now she saw her and it hit her like a punch to the gut, the guilt and pain rushing back to her, everything she had formerly tried so hard to suppress, especially now that she was working with some grounders sometimes. With her knowing she was out here, wearing not only grounders clothing, but also the respective braids could easily result in her telling the others, in her peace being disrupted for good. Of course it was never destined to last.

“Raven.” Clarke said in a way of greeting. “A knife would not have helped you much with a grounder. Why are you out here alone anyway? Don’t you know there are dangerous animals out here?”

Raven