A feeling of calm flooded over her as Maplebird stepped surely through the damp woods,
ears swiveling for sounds that might signal a ghostly apparition. The old warrior had spent moons navigating the Dark Forest, and she knew these woods like the back of her paw. Her one-eyed gaze swept over the clearing she always came to to practice her skills. As she neared the center of the small glade, Maplebird's attention was caught by movement in the shadows of the woods to her left. Fur stood on end as the large molly's claws dug in the sodden earth."I'm not scared of you anymore, I'm not a apprentice anymore. I've learned, why can't you just leave me alone! I'm not scared to fight you, Twistedface."