Legends Are Told

She wasn't sure quite what she was doing, all her days were starting to blur together. It seemed like just yesterday that she was at the tournament, in her first spar, fighting the saber cat, leaving the den, and being born. There were few times now a days that she felt like something exciting happened. And those more fun, exciting memories seemed to fade like a down high from a drug. And maybe it was what made her want to fight so much. It was easy for her, but it also gave her some kind of adrenaline rush. Though she didn't feel like she was in danger, she was well over confident for her age and her skill. And she mostly fought the red kids to show that her and her siblings were superior over them. Bloodlines meant nothing in the right of royalty, at least to her. But it would only show as she became older how she truly felt, or the superiority of her family.

In her aimless wandering, she was smacked back into reality by falling snow, or no, a snowball. The falling momentum of the formed shape of the snow was unmistakable that it was made instead of natural. She had her eyes down on the snow that had fallen off of her for a few seconds before her neck spun nearly upside down to look at the perpetrator. Her leer was not really a different look from her, though she had only met this boy once before other than seeing him around the pack occasionally. "Hey?" Her voice was a little loud from the distance of the ground to his position on the ship. But the land here felt deadly silent most of the time. "You want me to kick your ass again?" She was more playful than serious, but was also very serious. A fight was the only fun thing to do around here while she wasn't old enough to go out and do things on her own outside of the pack yet.

Seasonal Skill Prompt (Fighting)
Total Word Count: 873 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Onyx"