"Mother." She said, "Yes." Silverfeather replied. "I'm going to war." She said and made her voice cold and stern, making it so it's hard to argue.
"And what makes you even think you can survive war. And who says your going anywhere." She said, her voice was a bit intimidating, and she tried not think about how much her step-mom was right.
"I will go rather you like it or not." Starflight said.
She was really holding her breath this time. Her strep-mother narrowed her eyes and then said, "Fine, why do I care what you do?" Mom snapped.
"Thank you mother!" And flew as fast as she could to the queen. "I'm going to war." She said, "what your name?" The queen asked gently. "Starflight." She replied. "Ok, thank you for joining the war. If you would please go to the weaponry and get your talons sharpened, then you may begin you're training." The queen told her.
" Thank you so much" Starflight said, and was off.