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Name: Narrowleaf Race: Pony Age: 13 Appearance: Short green mane, light tan coat. Talents: None. Occupation: Slave
10A0 Years ago, Celestia died. She left Luna in charge, only for the kingdom to collapse. Ponies being enslaved, skies being gray, crime...
Ah jeez. Right in the feels. Why would you say that...?
(I prefer my wubs.) "Hey Brisk... How are we going to dump the buckets? I can't fly..."
"Oh... Okay... If I'm feelin' good enough." He replied.
"Wh-what?" Narrowleaf asked, nervously. "What does..." He coughed, then stopped.
"What would you... like to do?" He asked.
"Y-yeah. I am..." Narrowleaf replied.
Narrowleaf coughed. "...And ruined our quality time..."
"Brisk... You okay?" Narrowleaf asked, weakly.
"Y-yeah... Pretty bad..." He replied, wiping blood from the new gash on his chest.
It hit Narrowleaf in the chest, and he fell off Brisk.
"Nope." He responded, throwing another brick at Bolt.
"I don't think so!" He cried, eating the shadow. "Tasty."
"Okay. Wait. I'm in that shadow thing, correct?" He asked, chuckling.
"Your choice." He replied, nearly hitting her with a brick.
Narrowleaf stuck his tongue out at Flitter. "Get out of our way!"
"No. You. Won't!" Narrowleaf called, hurling chunks of watermelon at Bolt.
"Oh no..." Narrowleaf mumbled to himself.
"Y-yeah.." He responded, scared.
