P-Jay

"No, no, it's a kit, right? His name's Can. Because I found him in a Can. Look at creative me." Rye shrugged, "but honestly, it's a small ginger kitten, about five moons old, rouge like me, and last time I saw, he was heading towards the forest." "Which isn't that safe for a kitten." The dark red-furred cat was once again, sleeping. She woke up, at the sound of pawsteps in her den, looking at Featherfur irritably. "...You again?" She asked, getting up with a snort, "what, did you pick a fight with a patrol like a mouse-brain? I don't see you limping, you can't be scratched up too bad..." ----------------- Meanwhile, a kitten was wandering around Shadowclan territory, with a confident gait. Looking as if he were on the prowl for a hunt, vainly chasing after leaves as they blew across the marsh...

Caliber had been resting on an orb, as he sent the void towards the giant metallic minotaur. Catching his breath, nursing his burned hooves, he vageuly cocked his head upon observing Lektra...Catch it? It looked like a losing battle, as the void began to push the entire minotaur back, the giant frame sliding across the floor, it's hands being burned away, before she anchored herself. The void cracked. At this point, Caliber had sluggishly gotten up, weakly groaning at the recent developments. Exactly how strong was that minotaur, and how durable was-- ... Was the void coming towards him? "...!!" He immediately bounced off the orb he was sitting on, aiming to make as much distance between himself and the ticking bomb as possible, before an ear-shattering explosion took place behind him. Many of the stationary orbs were blown away, by the blast, which even sent Caliber flying... ...Thankfully, he didn't go far. Crashing into a orb that was of unknown origin, he didn't exactly have time to figure it out. His world went dark the moment he collided with the bark-based orb. Hiero only raised an eyebrow, at the almost childish tactic. So rash...So reckless... "How do you see clearly, through the moving fan of your blade?" He closed his eyes, as his horn began to glow, a violet light surrounding his entire body the moment before he would be sliced apart by Ironblade's attack--he vanished, leaving her chopping at empty air... Reappearing, behind her, in a fully prepared posture...The elder unicorn would lunge, aiming to score a cut across the back of his opponent.

"Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? As for why I'm here..." Rye's smile somewhat faltered. "I'm looking for someone. It doesn't really matter who, I don't think he's still in here, anyways. Oh, and to be obnoxious to passerby's." "..." "...Holy balls, is that your kit?" He added as an afterthought, looking at Darkpaw a tad closer.

Everything. Wrong. With. Jackie Trade.

As the group would slowly traverse towards their destination, a figure sitting outside the Trinity office would be waiting. He looked around twenty years old--and was wearing a black tanktop, under a white, fluffy jacket. His tussled blond hair seemed uncared for, and dirty, along with a single ring in the shape of a flower resting on his left index finger. His pants were navy blue, ending with store-brand flip-flops. But what was most noticeable was his face, which looked beyond sleepy. His eyes looked like they had black make-up spread on his eyelids, and underneath, along with the pupils themselves seeming rather dead, and devoid of emotion. Clearly, this man needed a nap. He made a wave, as they approached from afar...

Silence. Then a cat stirring on a rock was heard, as a familiar grey-and-spotted cat almost casually walked across the border, to sit directly in front of Slumberfur. Rye grinned. "Fuzzy-Wuzzy? Is that you?" He asked, his tail flicking in excitement, "I haven't seen you in forever~! And this is how you greet your 'ol friend Rye?"

Rye bolted through the forest with surprising agility, dashing left and right as the warriors gave chase. Snickering the entire time, easily pulling ahead, before crossing the border into Shadowclan territory. "...Oh, its too easy..." He said to himself, watching as the cats from Thunderclan stopped, and began to give the usual warnings. 'If we catch you on our territory again, we'll skin your pelt', blah, blah, blah, all that good stuff. He found another rock, on the Shadowclan territory, sitting down to begin grooming himself...Although he was barely a few fox-lengths from Thunderclan's border.

"This was where I was trained in the art of the sword..." Hiero went on, "with my friends...Abel, and Apollo. For years, we trained under the son of Farrier..." He paid no mind to the sword, as it flew towards him. Moving, with a sudden grace, to the right, allowing the sword to pass harmlessly past him, he opened his eyes to stare at Iron from afar. "...Eager, are we?" He smiled, raising the short-sword. "Very well, then. If you do not have the patience to listen to this veteran's story...Then match. Start." With the sword she had shot at him having flown past him, he began to walk towards Iron at a rather slow pace...In a peculiar pose. Inching towards her, his sword at the ready...Should she allow him to get too close, or for him to approach, he would unleash an almost impossibly fast horizontal strike, lunging forward as he would do so. But for now, he merely approached slowly...

Hiero stepped out, into the area...Taking a deep breath, of the mountain air. Closing his eyes, sitting down, and enjoying the wind rustling past his fur, through his mane, he would remain like that for what felt like hours... ...Before opening his eyes, looking at Iron. "...Youngling. Do you know what I chose this arena?" He asked, slowly reaching to unsheathe the guard's issue shortsword, "the history, behind this landmark...?"

The elder pony actually shook his head, moving forward, to begin putting in a rather...Specific location, on the map. Soon, a new arena overtook the sand dune. It was a mountain-top--one that was unnaturally flat. Roughly a hundred meters or so in diameter...Small items were scattered across the top, along with a tree growing in the middle. "...These particular grounds holds meaning, for me...If you wouldn't mind, I would prefer to duel there." Hiero said quietly, withdrawing his hoof from the screen.

Hiero had walked to the door, sitting down, watching as Ironblade tried her luck against it. He blinked slowly. "...Youngling, I'm not sure if this door opens from this side." Hiero commented, with a genuine puzzled expression. As if he, himself, was bewildered at this...Door. After a few moments, the door would open, leading into the main lobby where gladiators would plan fights, and pick out arenas. A pony with a rather amused expression held the door open for the two. "Sure you don't need help walking?" He snickered.

As he approached, his tail flicked once, when the apprentice ran off to alert the leader. Although, he didn't seem concerned at all, over the development. Stalking ever so closer to the steadfast warrior, he would walk until he was directly in front of the bigger cat... ...Before he would slowly raise one paw...Raising it to eye-level with the warrior... "...This is the message." He gently booped the warrior's nose, then sprinted away, giggling.

kiddy-sized pool... ...hot pockets. ... im not very materialistic.

Caliber was bouncing between orbs, avoiding the dangerous ones, before a shattering blow that blew apart a cluster of orbs sent him flying, as he barely caught himself on a plant-based one. Staring at the wreckage, the duel lightning swords, slashing at the orbs--and coming towards him, he couldn't help but wonder...How in the buck did she know where he was!? He snarled, as his horn flickered. A familiar orange aura would start to surround him...And he concentrated on moving the flow of power, along the length of his body. Feeling the surge of power in his limbs, before bolting off, bouncing between orbs as if he were a pinball, heading ever so upwards, his gaze locked on the largest, dormant orb in the area--a gargantuan mass of an unknown element...But it looked destructive. A swirling, self-sustaining star of...Something. Void extract? It didn't matter exactly what it was, all Caliber knew was that it would pack a heavy punch. As he flipped onto the surface, his first reaction was a scream of pain. The moment his hooves were exposed to the element, his skin under the thin veil of fur began to blister, and burn...His reaction was quickly stopped by him clenching his jaw. He couldn't give up, because of a little pain, that made him deaf to the small daggers still slicing at his fur. He had to enact his plan. His aura thickened, almost starting to become visible, before he jammed his blade into the orb--and using it almost as a lightning rod, expended his buff through it, into the orb...His magic shot through it, spreading as if it were roots, and as Caliber had hoped, did one thing. It disrupted the flow of the gravitational magic held within. The orb began to drop, slowly, towards the minotaur, as Caliber took this moment to bounce off from the harmful exposure, landing on a wooden orb a few meters back, resting, for now...Hoping that this would be the end-game move. "...Another?" "Easy. This is Bangcolt, kid, the right place. We're obliged to tell you that it's a dangerous place. Have fun..." The two guards opened the gates, and within, a cloaked zebra, being followed by a larger cloaked pony was wandering about... They seemed to be talking about something...The zebra looking distantly annoyed.

His eyes sparkled. "I can only tell it to the one with the most authority...Whoever has the most respect, come forward. It's something that the others cant know...And be sure to pass it on to your leader..." He had started to ever so slowly stalk towards the eldest warrior... "C'mere...Closer..."

"Oh, of course, rightio, I'll get right on that..." The loner bounced off the rock, stretching slightly more. "Although, I must ask: which of you cats are the leader--or at least, the one with most authority--in this little get-together we've got here?" "Because..." He smiled mysteriously. "...I actually come with a message, from the cats of Twolegplace."

The loner would only barely move, when they began yowling, slightly raising his head to blink at his surroundings. He cracked a grin. "Well. I was wondering when my alarm clock would go off. I haven't overslept, have I?" He asked obnoxiously, with a bemused flick of his tail, getting up to stretch on the rock. "I must say, considering the sun, I'm late for a nap overdue over in the other side of the forest. Be a sport, and let me pass, mm?"

The grey-and-black-spotted, skinny cat turned over in his sleep, with a blissfully unaware expression. His left paw gently making a 'shoo' gesture, as if that action could cause the others to leave him alone. "Zz...Not now, Can...I'm doin'...Somethin'..." He murmured in his sleep, turning over once more.

Yo-kay, its not bad, for a second attempt. Expected result, really. But if I were to give criticism, I would say try to make the legs a bit thicker. Maybe do a 'lil research on MLPony anatomy. But its still a good start. Keep on, you'll be a great artist yet.

FireAlpaca and MediBang Paint Pro are two rather impressive free pieces of software i like to use. although, i think your main problem is gonna be practicing. http://www.wikihow.com/Draw-My-Little-Ponies this was a good start for me, and gave me guidelines i use to this day. i suggest you work here, and before you invest too heavily in art programs, maybe try sketching a bit in traditional format. once you've gotten good with that--then it's time to move on, and start to make some truly impressive art. but like i said, its gonna take a while. like...a while. like a while-while. so...

Caliber clenched his jaw, continuing to bounce away from the lightning daggers, before a crashing blow from the minotaur, narrowly missing him, sent him sprawling. He managed to land on his feet, although he still slid a few meters regardless. That amount of power...It wasn't in his strength to fight fairly. Especially not with the shrapnel. So he settled for taking note of his surroundings. There were orbs, as expected. Some large. Some small. Some made of glass. Others made of a self-sustaining ball of fire...But what caught his eye...Was that some were low-hanging. He wondered exactly how grounded to gravity they were, as a plan began to form in his head. That sky of orbs, looked almost like tree-tops... He narrowed his eyes--the daggers were still a problem, flying about him as he made distance between himself and the giant minotaur. He decided to go for a trick he saw Zenru do once...Bracing his sword, and sheath, to spin in place, knocking each dagger so intensely he sent them flying unstably. Of course, they would righten themselves, jumping back into the fray...But it was enough time for Caliber to dash off, leaving them chasing, him having a headstart. He leaped an impressive seven feet, after some time building speed, and stuck his blade into the side of a earth-based orb, scrambling upright on it. Jumping to the next, higher one, which happened to be made of wood...His next jump poised to head directly into the thick cover of the multiple floating orbs. ...He was planning to hide himself, amongst the numbered elemental spheres... The pony slowly turned back around. "Youngling...What is a journey, if you do not learn? You claim to have been on your journey for years--yet I sense that you have learned nothing, but regret. Cynicism. And constructed a bitter shell to house the sensitive feelings inside..." He offered a smile--where it was revealed that this pony...Was ancient. Wrinkles decorated his face, although a lively spark had replaced the drowsy expression he had been wearing thus far. "...But if you are willing, then I shall accept the duel." He added, as an afterthought, once he was finished with his small statement. A small competitive smirk had crossed his muzzle at this point.

...um...i would be interested, in this. XD i could translate a traditional piece into digital, given time. dunno if im good enough, though.

He stopped. His ear flickered. He turned, to look at her, with an uninterested expression. "...Youngling, you are not familiar with yourself. You walk, but you do not know where you are going. You fight, although you care not for the outcome. You look, although you do not see. You hear, but you do not listen. And you have a life, although you do not live. A pony so lost, would not be worthy to wield Selene." He made a small, kind smile at the last bit. "Youngling..." "..." "..." "...Are you suggesting a duel?"

"You're a warrior, aren't you? Tough it out next time. I got better things to do..." Redear muttered, curling back up in her den. --- Meanwhile, Rye smirked to himself as he watched the Thunderclan patrol pass by the edge of the forest. He had been observing these cats for quite some time now--and he was confident that he had their pattern memorized. If all was well, then he should be able to... ...Do as he pleased, at least for the next thirty minutes or so. Strolling into the thick forest, he relished the earthy scent in the air, padding along the ground...What should he do? Hunt? No, he had a vole on the way here...Oh well, a cat-nap would be a sufficient way to burn time. He just liked knowing that there was no-one to stop him, as he curled on a rock, beginning to snooze...