"Catch me if you can!!" Moonglow shouted as she darted away from me. "Hey!" I laughed as I took a running start to build up momentum and jumped off the ground to chase after her. We were all having fun when a orange yearling colt with blazing red and orange wings inturrupted our fun. "Lookit you," he sneared. Moonglow and I landed and stared at him. He was staring down at us, nickering. He had a strip that lead into a snip on his nose, two hind white socks, and one fron anklet. I snorted and rose to my full height. He was forced to look up at me. I was a feather taller than him, but he was the meanest, toughest yearling. "Nice to see you again, Flamefeather." I snorted, His parents, the father being Stripestorm and the mother being unknown, had named him well. He rattled his feathers, which were the colour of fire. He snorted back up at me. "I know. Hey, Brackentail wants to give you something," he nickered. I groaned. I grew up knowing Brackentail to secretly hate me, because my mother was the mare he wanted to be mates with. So he sort of had three reminders now that he failed to win my mother's heart. And those reminder's names were Star, Morningleaf, and Starsong. Brackentail stepped into view. "Well, well, well." He said. "If it weren't Starsong, filly of Star." Brackentail jeered. Even with him being a stallion and me being a yearling, he didn't have to look down and I didn't have to look up. Me and Brackentail, one of the biggest stallions, were level height. I was tall thanks to my father's long legs and small thanks to my mother. "Brackentail. What do you want?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't be mean to him. I knew he was gonna do this out of jealousy. The poor pegasus. "To do this." Brackentail says, before he whirls around and clubbed me with his two sharpened hooves. Luckily, when my father was a yearling warrior, he had to fight without his Starfire, and everyone in The Trap was trained to become warriors. Stallions. Mares. I was born with the knowledge and my father taught me what I didn't already know. Including how to remain standing if a stallion kicks you. But, unfortunately, blood trickled down my black coat. "Starsong!" A bay colt cried out in alarm. He was bay, meaning he was brown with a black mane and tail. He had a wide blaze and jade green tipped emerald feathers. Pepeleaf, my closest friend, dashed over to me. "Leave her alone!" He winnied at Brackentail. "Or what?" Brackentail laughed. "You can kick me, but leave my friends out of this." I brayed. Then i whirled around and returned the buck. Brackentail's knocked 3 winglengths back. Another thing my sire taught me that he was taught was: "You are ALWAYS in battle." And Brackentail hadn't been standing in the impact pose. Then I turned around and trotted away, Pepeleaf, Moonglow and Lightleaf trotting with me. I left a soft trickle of blood from my chest behind me.
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