A/N: This is my first fan fiction... So no clue how it will go. This is written from my o/c pov and based on the 2k12 series of TMNT. This first chapter is mainly an introduction to my o/c, K. now enough said lets dive into the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I simply do not own the turtles, it's quite unfortunate.

I took a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air that surrounded me, it was the kind of air you felt deep in your lungs, the kind that made you notice every gap in your clothing. I took my recurve bow from my shoulder, holding it by my side.

I looked down to my left. "It's a great day for hunting Dovender." I joyfully said to my dog, a red Alaskan husky sitting patiently against my leg. She stared back at me with her eager blue-green eyes. I pat her head with a bright smile, looking out across the valley from where I stood. I observed the view from our ledge on the face of the mountain that towered next to my family's property. It was going to be a beautiful fall day. The sun slowly rose from low in the horizon, creating all sorts of shades of pinks, oranges, and reds, highlighting the high clouds in the sky.

From here you could see many mountains beyond covered by pines, cedars, and hemlocks up their slopes until the altitude was too high and they could no longer grow, leaving the rocky peaks bare and sprinkled with snow. Below, the heavily wooded mountains of Northern Idaho cradled our land deep in a valley. About fifty acres were cleared for our home and farm, the rest of the approximately two hundred acres was forest and a large lake connecting to the open field of the property. It was a beautiful place passed down on through the generations of my family. I stared off imagining the land, uncut and untamed, inhabited by native peoples of North America.

We started our roots here back in 1896 when the Alaskan gold rush started. My great-great-great grandparents were heading to Alaska for the rush from Boston in a horse and buggy. They had nothing, with little money and an unblessed marriage they headed West. As its been told my great-great-great-grandfather and grandmother, Arnold and Ruth were madly in love. He was from the inner city of Boston working as postage boy and she was a simple farm girl out by the Berkshires. The two fell in love at first sight. However Arnold's parents didn't want their son to marry a dirty hillbilly, and Ruth's parents didn't want their daughter with a man who didn't know how to hunt. So the two ran away at twenty two years old on Ruth's horse. How they acquired the buggy and other things has always been a questionable story. But we all know they ran wild with the cowboy gangs of the West for a while. We have old black and white picture proof of them with a gang! Regardless, with minimal skills and a dusty old map we've got framed on our wall, they made it here to the panhandle of Idaho. They only stopped because Ruth fell pregnant with my great-great grandmother, Mabel. So they settled down, built a big house, had six more kids, housed passing outlaws and frontiersmen, started a farm and now we're here. My mother inherited the house as her mother had done and so on. She married my father and now there's five more kids; Brady, John, Vance, James and me. I'm set next to take the house as the first born and only female child of the family, a tradition once scrutinized back in the day, as usually land went to the eldest male. Brady often joked he would convince mom to change the tradition and give the deed to him, being the eldest male he should take the house, but he was never serious. He knew and we all knew I'd always have the doors open to all of them when I took over.

My siblings and I, while well behaved, were a rowdy crew. Going from oldest to youngest went from Brady being nineteen, John, seventeen as I was, Vance who was fifteen, and James the youngest being twelve. Brady had light brown hair and light grey-blue eyes. John and I were twins, He was a red head and I had dark brown hair with red highlights, he had bright hazel eyes and I had bright indigo eyes, we didn't look like twins but we were. Vance was a dark blonde with blue eyes like mine, and James had almost jet black hair with hazel eyes. We had quite the variety of features but all shared the same short noses, strong jawlines and thin round faces. you could definitely tell we were related. But we all, save for Vance, were either blessed or cursed with freckles. I saw it as a cool thing but my brothers not so much.

There was so much to know and so many ways to live out here, its something I wouldn't give up for the world. It was us, it was something different.

I smiled down at the land like Simba in the Lion King, knowing one day, this would all be mine. The farm, the history, the house and the story of how it came to be would be mine to pass down someday. I looked back over to the chimney seeing a darker smoke pour out, signaling someone was stoking the fire within. I took another deep breath of the crisp air hoping a whiff of the cozy fireplace smoke would pass by in the wind.

Our home was a decently sized, orange-brown, two story house, the outside walls were half logs giving it a warm log cabin look. It had a porch welcoming you to the front with several benches set for rainy days. On the other end of the house was a stone patio set in view of the lake that held a fire place and wood stacked on either side, it hosted many family events and cool Summer nights cooking over the fire. The roof was a dark brown with the red brick chimney in the middle, the house itself matched it's surroundings as if it were there since the beginning. A steady stream of smoke continuing to pour from the chimney, letting one know the cold weather was upon us as we had started to burn wood. Our three horses grazed in their large pasture, and in the pastures next to them were the cows, the goats, and the ducks and chickens who had their own personal pond. You could never be bored here, there were always cows to wrangle, eggs to collect, deer to hunt and wood to split. We were outside always, even in the rain, we came in to eat when mom rang the porch dinner bell, but that was all. Heck we even slept outside most days just because we could. It was fulfilling and busy, and I spent it all with my family everyday.

I loved this place on the mountain, it was my four brothers' and mine, no one knew of it except us. We had a huge ten person tepee in the woods just behind the ledge. We had fires and camped here for days when we could. There were stories told, friends brought, music played and hunts for Indian spirits in the night here. It was a place you couldn't forget. I was a tomboy, living that country life as the city folk called it.

"Come on Koda! Lets go! Have a long day of hunting ahead." Brady called from behind, interrupting my reminiscing. Still with a smile on my face, I turned and jogged into the woods to follow my eldest brother, my dog on my heals, ready for a hunt. All five of us collected our group and hiked through the woods looking for tracks and checking our traps, whistling some folk song in unison as we went. My brothers all had guns save for Brady and I who preferred our bows. They began to chat among themselves, I simply listened, not usually the one with stories to tell. I was the introvert of the family.

"Hey did you guys hear 'bout Randy again?" Vance started.

"No, what this time?" Brady asked slightly turning his head from the front of out line with the smallest grin on his lips.

"He got angry at Ms. Rook for saying his essay was too short and burned the paper on the spot." John answered with a slight giggle. "Then this fool had the audacity to threaten the teacher with the small little lighter he used to burn the paper." He started laughing as he recalled the scene that I too witnessed.

James wasn't yet in high school so he just stayed silent with me and listened to the nonsense.

"Dude, that guy always has a problem." Brady commented.

"Yeah, got suspended, fourth time this school year." Laughed John. Everyone chuckled.

"That kid is insane." I said.

"Damn straight. I don't know what kind of hillbilly inbreeding went on in that family, but it definitely ain't good breeding." John said still laughing.

"A damned lighter." Brady muttered a laugh as he shook his head.

We hiked a bit longer then came to a small clearing and stopped.

"Alright guys, lets see what we can find. Stay on the trails and don't... don't go wanderin' off 'cause then it's my fault if you get lost and I gotta find you." Brady irritably said the last part.

"It's always your fault, should just get lost on purpose, to send you on a wild goose chase." John uttered.

Brady sighed, "what ever John, you take James."

He and Vance head West, John and James head South and I head North with Dovender. And just like that it was dead silent in the woods as we all took our separate routes, the plan was to surround the deer herd and drive them towards the river to corner them. There was a twelve point buck we had been after all year in this herd, hopefully today was the day. I was following my 'special sense' as I called it, I could sense any life within about a fifty yard area around me, which was what made me such a great hunter. John was the only one who knew, though he did not possess this ability. I have not really ever been able to put it into words, but this sense was like seeing without seeing, feeling the world as if it were a part of your nervous system, but not actually feeling it. You just knew. It was strange yet I don't ever recall not having it.

I was following a large buck within my "radar" so I strayed from the planned trail, this could be him; the twelve pointer and I wanted to be the one to take him home. But another presence came into my radar, it was uncomfortably close and just appeared there, it shifted, and I swung my loaded bow in it's direction, bowstring ready to be released. This presence was strange, I never sensed anything like this before, it was completely foreign to me, it felt evil, and I wasn't taking a chance.

"Come out before I shoot!" I shouted at this presence, my dog, usually the one to defend me, cowered behind me.