If you are reading this, you are awesome. I don't mean to be pushy but...if you could maybe tell somebody about my series...that'd be great Written Version: Runtfeather whistled as she watered her Occa berry trees. “Occa berries,” she thought “are extremely helpful in many ways. Withstanding fire type attacks, making food...” She paused and laughed. “Although Razz berries are better against annoying boys.” She thought, thinking of the one time she and Coldfeather had put Razz berries in Jeweltheif’s food. “His face was as bright red as the berries” she remembered nostalgically. “Good times...” “Hey, Runt!” came a voice from outside, “Weapons training time!” Runtfeather, rolling her eyes, knew it was Jeweltheif. He was the only one who dare called her Runt. “Well,” she thought “he just made a grave mistake, considering that we are using weapons.” Smiling to herself, she stepped outside her room. “Just shut up.” She said snappily. “Lets go.” They walked together to the weapons room. They did not speak to each other, they instead glared at each other and gave each the cold shoulder. Coldfeather was leaning against the door when Runtfeather and Jeweltheif arrived. “Where were you guys?” She exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting here forever.” All three of them walked through the door, and in their surprise, Icyclaws, the leader of the tribe was sitting there. “Ah, hello there.” He said with a calm tone of voice. “Today...you will get your official weapons.” Coldfeather and Runtfeather squealed in delight, but Jeweltheif just rolled his eyes. “Coldfeather, step forth.” Icyclaws said “You are a energetic young spirit and need a weapon to go with that. That is why I present you with the bo staff. This staff was used in the civil war, most likely by a Mienshao division.” Coldfeather happily stepped forth and grabbed the staff, twirling it around in the air. She went back to stand with Runtfeather. “Jeweltheif, step forth.” Icyclaws said, with less enthusiasm. “You are a thief in name and blood. This is why I present you with your family’s treasure dagger.” Jeweltheif snatched the dagger out of Icyclaw’s hand. He slipped the dagger in a loop in his belt, obviously designed for it. “And last, but not least, Runtfeather, step forth.” Icyclaws announced. “Your grandfather founded this place with his noble sword in hand. It is time that sword is passed down to you.” Runtfeather stepped forward, hesitating. Then, she took the sword in her hands, and wearily stepped back in line. “Treasure these weapons,” Icyclaws said, “And use them wisely. You are dismissed” he said with a flick of his hand.
